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 Guatemala and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Wake to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Sight & Sound,
Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Unrelated Segments,
Lucky Dragons,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Lynne,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispy Ambulance,
David McCallum,
Jeru the Damaja,
Connie Case,
Archie Shepp,
Glenn Branca,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Clarke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Searchers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Negative Approach,
Funky Four + One,
Camberwell Now,
The Happenings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Isaac Hayes,
The Count Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DNA,
The Durutti Column,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Stooges,
Motorama,
The Red Krayola,
Deepchord,
Excepter,
The Human League,
Rotary Connection,
MDC,
The Monochrome Set,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fall,
The Wake,
Bush Tetras,
Camouflage,
Au Pairs,
Can,
Blossom Toes,
Althea and Donna,
Marvin Gaye,
a-ha,
Amazonics,
OOIOO,
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.