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 Nigeria and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Joe Smooth to the punk 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Icehouse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glenn Branca,
Guru Guru,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Sneak,
OOIOO,
James White and The Blacks,
The Last Poets,
Roxette,
Mad Mike,
Severed Heads,
Camberwell Now,
Porter Ricks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warsaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lungfish,
Underground Resistance,
Cluster,
Danielle Patucci,
kango's stein massive,
Urselle,
Blossom Toes,
Infiniti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slick Rick,
Parry Music,
Second Layer,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick Morgan,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mr. Review,
Pharoah Sanders,
Das Ding,
Gregory Isaacs,
Schoolly D,
The Count Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiohead,
Rotary Connection,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Mills,
Los Fastidios,
Ponytail,
Unwound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.