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 Sudan and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Sheep to the funk 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Joey Negro,
Reuben Wilson,
Hashim,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
The Cure,
Sugar Minott,
KRS-One,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonic Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rapeman,
Warren Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maleditus Sound,
World's Most,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Human League,
The Busters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
The Index,
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Harmonia,
Intrusion,
Man Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Underground Resistance,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Terry,
Radiohead,
David Axelrod,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick May,
Second Layer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Adolescents,
Joe Smooth,
The Trojans,
Ohio Players,
Loose Ends,
Tubeway Army,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
These Immortal Souls,
Barrington Levy,
The Monks,
The Victims,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris & Cosey,
Fear,
Minny Pops,
Little Man,
Minnie Riperton,
Inner City,
Aloha Tigers,
X-101,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.