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 Bahamas and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camberwell Now to the jazz 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Ultravox,
Judy Mowatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Howard Jones,
Eve St. Jones,
Harmonia,
The Motions,
Brick,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
B.T. Express,
Eddi Front,
The Knickerbockers,
Mr. Review,
Neu!,
Mark Hollis,
The Walker Brothers,
KRS-One,
Motorama,
Yellowson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bad Manners,
T. Rex,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Bar-Kays,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
Tommy Roe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Porter Ricks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Angels of Light,
K-Klass,
Glenn Branca,
Graham Central Station,
Altered Images,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül,
The American Breed,
Technova,
Bob Dylan,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Bourne,
The Evens,
John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Mills,
Aswad,
Bang On A Can,
Chris Corsano,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Underground Resistance,
Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Gang of Four,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.