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 Chad and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Skriet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
La Düsseldorf,
Franke,
Sight & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Moon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Intrusion,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Golliwogs,
Pagans,
The Fuzztones,
Cal Tjader,
Porter Ricks,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Christie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slick Rick,
Quando Quango,
Tres Demented,
FM Einheit,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Enemy,
Todd Rundgren,
Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Black Sheep,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dead C,
Mad Mike,
E-Dancer,
Joy Division,
Kaleidoscope,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liliput,
Sex Pistols,
10cc,
The Real Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
The Knickerbockers,
Neu!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dirtbombs,
Joyce Sims,
Monolake,
Newcleus,
Malaria!,
Bill Wells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sonics,
a-ha,
Patti Smith,
The Pretty Things,
The Walker Brothers,
Section 25,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.