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 Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Pantytec to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Crime,
Suburban Knight,
Anakelly,
Spoonie Gee,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlback,
World's Most,
Avey Tare,
Eli Mardock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Evens,
Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Arthur Verocai,
Anthony Braxton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heaven 17,
The Skatalites,
Drexciya,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Near,
The Searchers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slick Rick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Fraelich,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Slits,
New York Dolls,
The Black Dice,
Lungfish,
Second Layer,
Duran Duran,
Michelle Simonal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Red Krayola,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Age Steppers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joy Division,
Mandrill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Massinfluence,
Cal Tjader,
The Golliwogs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Little Man,
Matthew Halsall,
Tommy Roe,
Howard Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Eve St. Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Maurizio,
Lalann,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.