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 Cameroon and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Pylon,
Pagans,
Flipper,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers,
Groovy Waters,
Rotary Connection,
EPMD,
The Flesh Eaters,
Procol Harum,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lebanon Hanover,
JFA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amazonics,
The Velvet Underground,
a-ha,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rapeman,
China Crisis,
Black Pus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Residents,
Lakeside,
Dark Day,
Terry Callier,
The Remains,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dead C,
David Bowie,
Marvin Gaye,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sällskapet,
Wings,
Supertramp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül,
Curtis Mayfield,
Guru Guru,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gichy Dan,
Peter & Gordon,
the Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Dennis Brown,
Roxette,
Max Romeo,
The Move,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.