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 Vietnam and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Eric Dolphy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quadrant,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Bourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Duran Duran,
Boogie Down Productions,
Organ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-101,
Camberwell Now,
Rapeman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funky Four + One,
JFA,
Newcleus,
Lungfish,
Lightning Bolt,
Agitation Free,
Neu!,
Joe Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Whodini,
Letta Mbulu,
Ken Boothe,
The Music Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Evens,
The Names,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick May,
Electric Light Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
Robert Görl,
The Sound,
Amazonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kurtis Blow,
Marvin Gaye,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scrapy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Howard Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
Make Up,
Skarface,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Modern Lovers,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.