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 Rwanda and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chris & Cosey to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Gong,
Archie Shepp,
Swell Maps,
Stiv Bators,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Saccharine Trust,
Gabor Szabo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
Jeff Lynne,
The Move,
Agent Orange,
D'Angelo,
Aural Exciters,
The Angels of Light,
Grauzone,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Parry Music,
F. McDonald,
Jacques Brel,
The Buckinghams,
Blancmange,
Bill Wells,
Delta 5,
The Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doors,
Tommy Roe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kenny Larkin,
Newcleus,
Dawn Penn,
Trumans Water,
AZ,
The Associates,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agitation Free,
The Mummies,
The Mojo Men,
The Birthday Party,
Radio Birdman,
Suburban Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brass Construction,
New York Dolls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Das Ding,
Davy DMX,
DJ Sneak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Ohio Players,
The Gladiators,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.