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 Oman and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grime 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gong,
Nik Kershaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hashim,
The Cramps,
The Young Rascals,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Hood,
Yellowson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Althea and Donna,
Cybotron,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang On A Can,
Joey Negro,
8 Eyed Spy,
Colin Newman,
Fela Kuti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brick,
The Barracudas,
Von Mondo,
Heaven 17,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Fraelich,
Maleditus Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bush Tetras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Star Department,
Sister Nancy,
Henry Cow,
Scion,
June Days,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Underground Resistance,
Blancmange,
Bauhaus,
Alice Coltrane,
PIL,
Pussy Galore,
Archie Shepp,
Lightning Bolt,
Sound Behaviour,
Parry Music,
the Normal,
Angry Samoans,
Dark Day,
Reagan Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Eden Ahbez,
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.