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 Montenegro and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Fela Kuti to the punk 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Adolescents,
Unrelated Segments,
Monks,
Mandrill,
Scion,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Groovy Waters,
Dark Day,
David McCallum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moody Blues,
Ten City,
The Skatalites,
Scrapy,
Robert Wyatt,
Lindisfarne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Leaves,
Man Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T. Rex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Bourne,
Moebius,
Dual Sessions,
Fela Kuti,
Lower 48,
Babytalk,
Wasted Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Trumans Water,
June of 44,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronnie Foster,
The Beau Brummels,
U.S. Maple,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
The Standells,
The Black Dice,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
the Association,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Christie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jandek,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gabor Szabo,
Theoretical Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.