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 Australia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Jeff Mills to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA 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?
The Raincoats,
X-102,
Roxette,
Warsaw,
The Slits,
Y Pants,
X-101,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wings,
Nick Fraelich,
The Real Kids,
Scrapy,
the Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yazoo,
Crooked Eye,
Reagan Youth,
Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Banda Bassotti,
Lightning Bolt,
Susan Cadogan,
The Zeros,
The Fortunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q and Not U,
Kurtis Blow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Simply Red,
Josef K,
Hasil Adkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crash Course in Science,
CMW,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Angels of Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
AZ,
Roxy Music,
DJ Sneak,
The J.B.'s,
The Moleskins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pretty Things,
Archie Shepp,
the Germs,
Boredoms,
Glenn Branca,
Leonard Cohen,
Faraquet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Howard Jones,
Patti Smith,
Swell Maps,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.