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 Equatorial Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Janne Schatter to the rock 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mission of Burma,
Charles Mingus,
Rapeman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Davy DMX,
Franke,
The Star Department,
Jeff Mills,
The Beau Brummels,
The Associates,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Style,
Lower 48,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Japan,
Index,
Malaria!,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
Marine Girls,
The Five Americans,
the Sonics,
Ronan,
Colin Newman,
Ludus,
The Neon Judgement,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalann,
Jacques Brel,
Fluxion,
The Real Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wire,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funkadelic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ten City,
Soft Machine,
Flipper,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
The Pop Group,
Second Layer,
Albert Ayler,
a-ha,
The Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultravox,
The Cowsills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Moon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare,
Carl Craig,
the Swans,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.