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 Andorra and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Gang Green to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Clear Light,
The Associates,
Blancmange,
This Heat,
The Trojans,
Black Pus,
Simply Red,
The Gladiators,
Sugar Minott,
Reagan Youth,
Y Pants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fluxion,
Archie Shepp,
Bronski Beat,
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barry Ungar,
Accadde A,
Brand Nubian,
Toni Rubio,
Sarah Menescal,
The Knickerbockers,
Nils Olav,
The Grass Roots,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Thompson Twins,
Brass Construction,
Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick Morgan,
Basic Channel,
Unwound,
Idris Muhammad,
Anakelly,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter and Kerry,
Pulsallama,
The Mojo Men,
Amazonics,
Bob Dylan,
Harmonia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nico,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cure,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
Pole,
The Detroit Cobras,
Massinfluence,
The Standells,
Theoretical Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.