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 Guatemala and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Half Japanese to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Bar-Kays,
Depeche Mode,
Essential Logic,
The Velvet Underground,
Harry Pussy,
Porter Ricks,
The Searchers,
Nick Fraelich,
Franke,
Funkadelic,
Qualms,
Robert Hood,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiohead,
Inner City,
Cymande,
ABBA,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jandek,
Thompson Twins,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
Reagan Youth,
Oblivians,
The Saints,
Half Japanese,
Henry Cow,
Flipper,
Loose Ends,
The Dave Clark Five,
Iggy Pop,
Lyres,
Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aural Exciters,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris Corsano,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
Heaven 17,
The Fuzztones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neu!,
Bang On A Can,
Sugar Minott,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantaleimon,
Magazine,
Young Marble Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Black Sheep,
MC5,
The Martian,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.