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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dark Day to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine 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?
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J,
Lower 48,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eli Mardock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slackers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun City Girls,
Crime,
Au Pairs,
Intrusion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra,
AZ,
Gichy Dan,
Mission of Burma,
Fela Kuti,
the Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lyres,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Terry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ituana,
Panda Bear,
Hashim,
Thompson Twins,
David McCallum,
DNA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smiths,
Minny Pops,
The Dirtbombs,
New Age Steppers,
Agitation Free,
Agent Orange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Icehouse,
The Slits,
OOIOO,
Traffic Nightmare,
Animal Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Martian,
MDC,
The Fire Engines,
X-102,
Cheater Slicks,
The Evens,
Deakin,
Siglo XX,
Anakelly,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funkadelic,
Carl Craig,
Sam Rivers,
The Names,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.