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 Madagascar and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 These Immortal Souls to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Con Funk Shun,
Letta Mbulu,
Rapeman,
Erasure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
the Slits,
Khruangbin,
Charles Mingus,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare,
Infiniti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
F. McDonald,
Althea and Donna,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra,
Scrapy,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aloha Tigers,
Davy DMX,
China Crisis,
Lyres,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Average White Band,
Warren Ellis,
Easy Going,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masters at Work,
H. Thieme,
John Holt,
PIL,
Jeff Mills,
JFA,
Shoche,
Massinfluence,
Q65,
Livin' Joy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABBA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flash Fearless,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stiv Bators,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Five Americans,
Amazonics,
John Foxx,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Nico,
Wire,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spoonie Gee,
Hoover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.