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 Hungary and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Robert Wyatt to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Nils Olav,
The Music Machine,
Interpol,
Max Romeo,
John Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
The New Christs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABC,
Tommy Roe,
Joey Negro,
Anthony Braxton,
Minnie Riperton,
The Evens,
Yusef Lateef,
Television Personalities,
Jandek,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grauzone,
Oneida,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arcadia,
The Blues Magoos,
Cluster,
The Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
D'Angelo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Smooth,
Harmonia,
Junior Murvin,
Heaven 17,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Enemy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thee Headcoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick May,
Glambeats Corp.,
Los Fastidios,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Count Five,
Slick Rick,
The Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Wasted Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Althea and Donna,
Joy Division,
The Doobie Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.