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 Malta and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flipper to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Oneida,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The American Breed,
Drexciya,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Organ,
Soul II Soul,
Clear Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Halsall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Malaria!,
OOIOO,
John Holt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter and Kerry,
Suburban Knight,
The Leaves,
Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Symarip,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monolake,
Moebius,
Sarah Menescal,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Hill,
Erasure,
Model 500,
Nas,
MDC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
Bauhaus,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
Godley & Creme,
The Busters,
Harmonia,
Al Stewart,
Fluxion,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yaz,
Trumans Water,
Saccharine Trust,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.