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 Lebanon and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Banda Bassotti to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Hill,
Simply Red,
Heaven 17,
Gang of Four,
the Bar-Kays,
Ponytail,
Nico,
X-101,
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Move,
Q65,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
A Certain Ratio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Starr,
Fugazi,
The Knickerbockers,
Unwound,
Juan Atkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
R.M.O.,
Robert Hood,
T. Rex,
X-102,
Maleditus Sound,
Masters at Work,
Flipper,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crime,
Marmalade,
The Buckinghams,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Music Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Grey Daturas,
Cheater Slicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Bananas,
Bush Tetras,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Sheep,
Joe Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Hoover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.