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 Peru and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quantec to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tommy Roe,
New Age Steppers,
Eli Mardock,
Man Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chrome,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David McCallum,
Harmonia,
Skaos,
Robert Görl,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Black Sheep,
Leonard Cohen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joensuu 1685,
Parry Music,
Aswad,
Mandrill,
The Fortunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Almond,
Radiopuhelimet,
AZ,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dawn Penn,
Crooked Eye,
Sandy B,
The Raincoats,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Near,
The Young Rascals,
Slave,
Albert Ayler,
The Toasters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June Days,
Ice-T,
Glenn Branca,
Freddie Wadling,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Bananas,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Neon Judgement,
Monolake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ituana,
The J.B.'s,
The Zeros,
The Associates,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.