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 Cape Verde and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Busters,
Gichy Dan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Certain Ratio,
June Days,
Ponytail,
The Gories,
Soul Sonic Force,
Clear Light,
Patti Smith,
Babytalk,
Joy Division,
Bill Near,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Franke,
Scrapy,
Blossom Toes,
The Walker Brothers,
Inner City,
10cc,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Hill,
B.T. Express,
the Bar-Kays,
The Searchers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marine Girls,
Organ,
Joensuu 1685,
Crash Course in Science,
Tears for Fears,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Cheater Slicks,
Wings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Don Cherry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronnie Foster,
the Association,
Lou Christie,
Max Romeo,
The Saints,
Sandy B,
Black Flag,
Pulsallama,
Davy DMX,
Prince Buster,
The Move,
Juan Atkins,
Kayak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.