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 Samoa and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camouflage to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Dennis Brown,
Moss Icon,
The Move,
Skarface,
Marmalade,
the Human League,
Organ,
Jerry's Kids,
cv313,
One Last Wish,
Ultravox,
Gang Starr,
Motorama,
World's Most,
Isaac Hayes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxette,
Rekid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun City Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiohead,
Pagans,
Fugazi,
Jeff Lynne,
New York Dolls,
The Saints,
The Residents,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Star Department,
Gichy Dan,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Knickerbockers,
Nils Olav,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Osbourne,
MDC,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Wyatt,
Stetsasonic,
Slick Rick,
Main Source,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles,
Subhumans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Glenn Branca,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gabor Szabo,
Piero Umiliani,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mark Hollis,
Scrapy,
Audionom,
Sight & Sound,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.