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 Mongolia and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 E-Dancer to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Minutemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
These Immortal Souls,
Con Funk Shun,
Magma,
Dead Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Moby Grape,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joy Division,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
The Real Kids,
Lou Christie,
Prince Buster,
Simply Red,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heaven 17,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Bang On A Can,
Q65,
Carl Craig,
Vainqueur,
Roxy Music,
Ultravox,
Isaac Hayes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cramps,
Hot Snakes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Tremeloes,
kango's stein massive,
Janne Schatter,
Main Source,
Pole,
The Gap Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Drexciya,
Japan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T.S.O.L.,
Fear,
The Birthday Party,
Television Personalities,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Y Pants,
ABBA,
Mandrill,
Zero Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swell Maps,
The Leaves,
Warsaw,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.