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 Grenada and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
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 marimba 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 Idris Muhammad to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Bronski Beat,
The Black Dice,
Das Ding,
Man Eating Sloth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
D'Angelo,
Wire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aaron Thompson,
Organ,
Cecil Taylor,
The Victims,
Neu!,
The Slackers,
The Barracudas,
Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nas,
Half Japanese,
The Residents,
Bad Manners,
Infiniti,
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aloha Tigers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mantronix,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric B and Rakim,
cv313,
Crash Course in Science,
Ice-T,
Royal Trux,
Mad Mike,
The Selecter,
Liliput,
Rod Modell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Desert Stars,
Minutemen,
The Stooges,
Tubeway Army,
Fad Gadget,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronnie Foster,
Josef K,
Gong,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fluxion,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra,
Lakeside,
Blossom Toes,
The Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.