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 Belize and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soft Machine to the punk 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Womack,
Colin Newman,
AZ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Main Source,
Vladislav Delay,
La Düsseldorf,
Mark Hollis,
This Heat,
Minnie Riperton,
Kenny Larkin,
Bob Dylan,
Minny Pops,
Tres Demented,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Index,
Little Man,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Quantec,
The Kinks,
Jeff Mills,
Lindisfarne,
kango's stein massive,
Scrapy,
Fela Kuti,
Byron Stingily,
New Age Steppers,
Lungfish,
DJ Style,
Niagra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Silicon Teens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flipper,
Boredoms,
Funky Four + One,
Cluster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jandek,
Wasted Youth,
F. McDonald,
The Offenders,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thee Headcoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed,
Wolf Eyes,
Kas Product,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Whodini,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.