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 Syria and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 The American Breed to the crunk 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Moss Icon,
Clear Light,
The New Christs,
T.S.O.L.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sixth Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Ituana,
Marmalade,
Man Parrish,
Duran Duran,
The Standells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gong,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
KRS-One,
Mr. Review,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funky Four + One,
These Immortal Souls,
John Lydon,
Rotary Connection,
Q65,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dawn Penn,
The Associates,
The Durutti Column,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Guru Guru,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skaos,
The Last Poets,
Donald Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ponytail,
Porter Ricks,
Prince Buster,
Royal Trux,
Tubeway Army,
Hashim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Grass Roots,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reagan Youth,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.