Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United States and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Harry Pussy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
World's Most,
Soft Cell,
X-102,
Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Silicon Teens,
The Divine Comedy,
The Angels of Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Standells,
Lou Christie,
Suicide,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oneida,
The Gap Band,
The Fuzztones,
Surgeon,
Soul II Soul,
Wolf Eyes,
Animal Collective,
Mad Mike,
Archie Shepp,
Letta Mbulu,
Juan Atkins,
Fela Kuti,
Connie Case,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Womack,
Grey Daturas,
Whodini,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mo-Dettes,
Sound Behaviour,
Swell Maps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yusef Lateef,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fugazi,
Stetsasonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Brick,
Drexciya,
Nas,
Bronski Beat,
The Golliwogs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.