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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 The Gories to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Sixth Finger,
Lyres,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Görl,
James White and The Blacks,
Accadde A,
Von Mondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nirvana,
Simply Red,
Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Rites of Spring,
Cameo,
H. Thieme,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pierre Henry,
Lower 48,
Carl Craig,
LL Cool J,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The American Breed,
In Retrospect,
Sam Rivers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABBA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swell Maps,
Quantec,
Royal Trux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crime,
Outsiders,
The Golliwogs,
Blossom Toes,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reagan Youth,
Severed Heads,
Lalann,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harry Pussy,
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
Davy DMX,
Hashim,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Brass Construction,
The J.B.'s,
Hoover,
Arab on Radar,
The Blues Magoos,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.