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 Congo and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Machine,
Stiv Bators,
The Red Krayola,
Index,
Minutemen,
A Certain Ratio,
Neu!,
R.M.O.,
E-Dancer,
Gong,
Wally Richardson,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Livin' Joy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hardrive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-Ray Spex,
Smog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aural Exciters,
KRS-One,
The Litter,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warren Ellis,
The Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxette,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Malaria!,
Thee Headcoats,
The Music Machine,
Roxy Music,
Cymande,
Masters at Work,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ossler,
The Velvet Underground,
The Flesh Eaters,
Adolescents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nico,
Vladislav Delay,
Quando Quango,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlback,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.