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 Lithuania and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Yaz to the grunge 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Litter,
Organ,
Scan 7,
Rotary Connection,
Sparks,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gastr Del Sol,
JFA,
AZ,
D'Angelo,
Brand Nubian,
Aural Exciters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Judy Mowatt,
Goldenarms,
Procol Harum,
Alphaville,
Nirvana,
Neu!,
Lou Reed,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Sneak,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Busters,
Robert Görl,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minny Pops,
The Cowsills,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Moss Icon,
The Doors,
The Invisible,
F. McDonald,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ten City,
Delon & Dalcan,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mark Hollis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scratch Acid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Juan Atkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gap Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.