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 Columbus.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Robert Palmer 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 Cybotron to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Skatalites,
Fluxion,
Pagans,
Oneida,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Simply Red,
Infiniti,
B.T. Express,
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantaleimon,
Warsaw,
Model 500,
The Music Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Womack,
Wolf Eyes,
ABBA,
Scion,
Clear Light,
Television,
Swell Maps,
Young Marble Giants,
Terry Callier,
Sixth Finger,
The Fortunes,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Massinfluence,
Von Mondo,
The Gladiators,
John Foxx,
Derrick Morgan,
The Velvet Underground,
Drexciya,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun City Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
JFA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pulsallama,
Arcadia,
The Cowsills,
The Smoke,
Scrapy,
H. Thieme,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Evens,
Bob Dylan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Flag,
Black Sheep,
Soft Machine,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.