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 Ghana and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Mantronix to the funk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Basic Channel,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Lynne,
Davy DMX,
T.S.O.L.,
DNA,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick May,
The Techniques,
Heaven 17,
Scion,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ponytail,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
Barbara Tucker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reagan Youth,
Supertramp,
Kenny Larkin,
Boredoms,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
cv313,
Andrew Hill,
Urselle,
Lou Christie,
Jawbox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Excepter,
LL Cool J,
Erykah Badu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Al Stewart,
Iggy Pop,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Style,
The Walker Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Ultra Naté,
The New Christs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
The Count Five,
Pere Ubu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-Ray Spex,
Tommy Roe,
Wolf Eyes,
Bad Manners,
Danielle Patucci,
Mars,
Malaria!,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.