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 Armenia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Youth Brigade to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Christie,
The Beau Brummels,
Pagans,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang of Four,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quando Quango,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wings,
Suicide,
Technova,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
Todd Terry,
The United States of America,
Flipper,
the Normal,
The Motions,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sight & Sound,
Chrome,
Black Sheep,
Spandau Ballet,
Desert Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Brand Nubian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Flag,
Japan,
Can,
Bill Near,
This Heat,
Subhumans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lungfish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Young Marble Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wire,
Aaron Thompson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
F. McDonald,
The Golliwogs,
Soulsonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun City Girls,
Adolescents,
The Moody Blues,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blackbyrds,
Banda Bassotti,
Faraquet,
MC5,
Robert Görl,
The Slits,
In Retrospect,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.