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 Lesotho and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Fortunes to the grunge 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pretty Things,
Stetsasonic,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Clarke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fortunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wasted Youth,
Quando Quango,
A Certain Ratio,
The New Christs,
the Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Searchers,
Lou Christie,
Hardrive,
Dave Gahan,
Ituana,
X-102,
Nils Olav,
Bad Manners,
Slave,
Trumans Water,
Easy Going,
R.M.O.,
Blake Baxter,
Sonic Youth,
The United States of America,
Janne Schatter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swans,
Scrapy,
Bob Dylan,
Los Fastidios,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eli Mardock,
The Real Kids,
Severed Heads,
Todd Terry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
10cc,
Donald Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
the Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Letta Mbulu,
The Offenders,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.