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 France and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Erykah Badu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills 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?
KRS-One,
AZ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sugar Minott,
Talk Talk,
The Standells,
Trumans Water,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
CMW,
The Trojans,
Carl Craig,
Brand Nubian,
Black Bananas,
Delta 5,
T.S.O.L.,
Supertramp,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Warsaw,
Sight & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Icehouse,
The Blackbyrds,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Durutti Column,
Don Cherry,
Television,
The Move,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Q65,
Aaron Thompson,
R.M.O.,
Nick Fraelich,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arab on Radar,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Prince Buster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
X-Ray Spex,
B.T. Express,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zero Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Main Source,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.