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 Beijing.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 E-Dancer to the rap 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Gories,
Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Buckinghams,
The Beau Brummels,
Cal Tjader,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Los Fastidios,
Marvin Gaye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fluxion,
Gang of Four,
China Crisis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Popol Vuh,
Trumans Water,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minutemen,
Nas,
Reuben Wilson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television,
Darondo,
Metal Thangz,
Youth Brigade,
Michelle Simonal,
Basic Channel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Selecter,
Theoretical Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Animal Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Visage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alton Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
Black Pus,
Das Ding,
Archie Shepp,
Bang On A Can,
Cluster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Susan Cadogan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q and Not U,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radio Birdman,
Henry Cow,
The Durutti Column,
The Grass Roots,
Charles Mingus,
Deepchord,
Ituana,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.