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 Kingdom and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Pop Group to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Nik Kershaw,
Buzzcocks,
Basic Channel,
Amazonics,
The Fuzztones,
Skaos,
The Mummies,
MC5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Al Stewart,
David Axelrod,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Birthday Party,
Supertramp,
Television,
New York Dolls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arthur Verocai,
Massinfluence,
FM Einheit,
Sam Rivers,
the Normal,
Dead Boys,
Guru Guru,
Black Moon,
Wolf Eyes,
Dark Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Davy DMX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Main Source,
Sällskapet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Popol Vuh,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minny Pops,
Wire,
Saccharine Trust,
Ohio Players,
The Selecter,
The Black Dice,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Average White Band,
Minutemen,
The Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacob Miller,
Outsiders,
Sight & Sound,
Pylon,
Peter and Kerry,
James White and The Blacks,
Ice-T,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slackers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yaz,
Altered Images,
Black Sheep,
Delta 5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.