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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Alice Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Standells,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonic Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Thompson Twins,
Q65,
The Gun Club,
Gang Starr,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boz Scaggs,
New York Dolls,
Cymande,
Supertramp,
Subhumans,
Ultravox,
David McCallum,
The Monochrome Set,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funky Four + One,
Barrington Levy,
Minnie Riperton,
Slave,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fluxion,
Gang Green,
Byron Stingily,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ten City,
Oneida,
Deakin,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Vainqueur,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris & Cosey,
Eurythmics,
The Toasters,
Faraquet,
Tubeway Army,
In Retrospect,
Terry Callier,
Kas Product,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.