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 San Marino and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Reagan Youth to the grime 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Motions,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Lalo Schifrin,
June of 44,
EPMD,
Television,
The Durutti Column,
Das Ding,
Clear Light,
Agent Orange,
Schoolly D,
Crime,
Second Layer,
Peter and Kerry,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Raincoats,
Alphaville,
The Litter,
Monks,
The Gun Club,
Wings,
Deepchord,
Tom Boy,
Darondo,
D'Angelo,
Intrusion,
Accadde A,
Motorama,
Wally Richardson,
Franke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fatback Band,
Slave,
Piero Umiliani,
Cybotron,
Simply Red,
Aswad,
John Lydon,
Dark Day,
Patti Smith,
Warsaw,
Goldenarms,
The Trojans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Con Funk Shun,
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Starr,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
This Heat,
The Saints,
Warren Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
Metal Thangz,
Brothers Johnson,
Main Source,
Cecil Taylor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.