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 Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grunge 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young,
Drexciya,
Shoche,
John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tubeway Army,
New Order,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
John Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DNA,
Ornette Coleman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Charles Mingus,
Fat Boys,
The Smiths,
Swell Maps,
Severed Heads,
The Saints,
Donald Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Circle Jerks,
Joy Division,
DJ Sneak,
Stiv Bators,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Ultra Naté,
10cc,
Rosa Yemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang of Four,
Hardrive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Bourne,
Howard Jones,
Clear Light,
Model 500,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
KRS-One,
Joe Finger,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.