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 Qatar and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dennis Brown to the rock 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum 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?
The Victims,
Sex Pistols,
Fluxion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slick Rick,
Mars,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra,
Tom Boy,
Q65,
Rekid,
Popol Vuh,
Gang of Four,
New York Dolls,
Circle Jerks,
L. Decosne,
The Walker Brothers,
Japan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Panda Bear,
Radiohead,
The Cowsills,
Todd Terry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Susan Cadogan,
Scientists,
Mission of Burma,
Darondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
The J.B.'s,
Agent Orange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barbara Tucker,
Swans,
Livin' Joy,
World's Most,
The Names,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Saints,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slackers,
Pole,
Warsaw,
Morten Harket,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispy Ambulance,
June of 44,
Minny Pops,
Glenn Branca,
The Searchers,
Chris Corsano,
Fatback Band,
Hot Snakes,
kango's stein massive,
Skriet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Freddie Wadling,
Severed Heads,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slits,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.