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 Grenada and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 U.S. Maple to the rock 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
June of 44,
Wings,
Dead Boys,
Malaria!,
Young Marble Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Mars,
The Young Rascals,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tubeway Army,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eden Ahbez,
Quadrant,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camberwell Now,
MC5,
Organ,
The Slackers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-101,
Wally Richardson,
Iggy Pop,
Chris Corsano,
Sam Rivers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fall,
Ornette Coleman,
Hot Snakes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gichy Dan,
Minny Pops,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare,
Ultravox,
the Association,
Reuben Wilson,
Swell Maps,
Yellowson,
The Litter,
Underground Resistance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kenny Larkin,
MDC,
Tres Demented,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slits,
Simply Red,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skarface,
Dennis Brown,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.