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 Portugal and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Al Stewart to the rap 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Cymande,
The New Christs,
The Pop Group,
The Happenings,
Marine Girls,
FM Einheit,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
The Cure,
Metal Thangz,
Depeche Mode,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxette,
The Black Dice,
The Star Department,
Marmalade,
Q and Not U,
Khruangbin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Victims,
James White and The Blacks,
Cheater Slicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Malaria!,
The Move,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick May,
The Martian,
the Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erasure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
F. McDonald,
Moebius,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Starr,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sandy B,
Marc Almond,
Mad Mike,
Harmonia,
Aswad,
Gabor Szabo,
Mark Hollis,
Fatback Band,
Fela Kuti,
the Bar-Kays,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Half Japanese,
The Tremeloes,
Magazine,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.