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 Kenya and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Vladislav Delay to the punk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Minor Threat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Outsiders,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick Morgan,
Drexciya,
Amazonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
This Heat,
Tim Buckley,
Minutemen,
Eddi Front,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultravox,
Technova,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Martian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Remains,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fugs,
The Victims,
Aural Exciters,
H. Thieme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fluxion,
Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Eric B and Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül II,
Freddie Wadling,
Smog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sarah Menescal,
The Neon Judgement,
Slave,
the Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Faraquet,
Zapp,
Funky Four + One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Davy DMX,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.