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 Georgia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Gun Club to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cecil Taylor,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Terry,
Royal Trux,
Crime,
Maleditus Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Vladislav Delay,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Connie Case,
Magazine,
Albert Ayler,
Barrington Levy,
The Trojans,
The American Breed,
James White and The Blacks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Skatalites,
Outsiders,
DJ Style,
Fela Kuti,
Severed Heads,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Das Ding,
David Axelrod,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
B.T. Express,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warsaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marshall Jefferson,
Metal Thangz,
Peter & Gordon,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minnie Riperton,
Sällskapet,
Circle Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crooked Eye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lakeside,
David Bowie,
Sister Nancy,
Wire,
Idris Muhammad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blancmange,
Technova,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed,
Franke,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.