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 Kazakhstan and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Youth Brigade to the funk 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Funkadelic,
David Axelrod,
Iggy Pop,
Cluster,
Gichy Dan,
Scion,
The Remains,
The Leaves,
Ohio Players,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Prince Buster,
Piero Umiliani,
X-101,
Cybotron,
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deakin,
T.S.O.L.,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Last Poets,
Subhumans,
Carl Craig,
Los Fastidios,
AZ,
Scientists,
Joy Division,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New York Dolls,
The Dirtbombs,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oblivians,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Television,
Erasure,
cv313,
Idris Muhammad,
F. McDonald,
Animal Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
The Cramps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kenny Larkin,
Goldenarms,
Young Marble Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Parrish,
Yellowson,
The Red Krayola,
Wally Richardson,
Faraquet,
Kas Product,
Mission of Burma,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.