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 Philippines and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Jeff Lynne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Knickerbockers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Vogues,
Japan,
LL Cool J,
The Star Department,
The Smoke,
New York Dolls,
Blancmange,
MC5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warren Ellis,
Jawbox,
The Doors,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Technova,
Rufus Thomas,
The Techniques,
Fluxion,
The Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lower 48,
David McCallum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Accadde A,
Gang Starr,
the Bar-Kays,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bob Dylan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cluster,
Vainqueur,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yaz,
Desert Stars,
Howard Jones,
Connie Case,
the Germs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eurythmics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiohead,
The Move,
Faust,
Tears for Fears,
Franke,
The Divine Comedy,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Terry,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.