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 Algeria and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mark Hollis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Green,
Camberwell Now,
Dennis Brown,
Cameo,
Arcadia,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hardrive,
The Dirtbombs,
Supertramp,
The Gap Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
KRS-One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thompson Twins,
H. Thieme,
Skarface,
Barbara Tucker,
The Five Americans,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
Bluetip,
Jeff Lynne,
Heaven 17,
Organ,
Mantronix,
The Trojans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Accadde A,
Model 500,
David Bowie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Franke,
The Pretty Things,
Bob Dylan,
Blossom Toes,
Public Enemy,
Yazoo,
Bobby Sherman,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Starr,
Unrelated Segments,
Howard Jones,
Cybotron,
China Crisis,
Aural Exciters,
Alice Coltrane,
48th St. Collective,
Unwound,
Theoretical Girls,
Nas,
Ronan,
Freddie Wadling,
Faust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Lower 48,
Ituana,
Goldenarms,
Glenn Branca,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.