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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wolf Eyes to the grunge 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Wyatt,
Max Romeo,
Circle Jerks,
Connie Case,
Fatback Band,
Sandy B,
Technova,
Blancmange,
Youth Brigade,
One Last Wish,
Harry Pussy,
Hot Snakes,
Ohio Players,
Kerri Chandler,
T.S.O.L.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Intrusion,
The Index,
Chris Corsano,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gabor Szabo,
Ossler,
Yaz,
48th St. Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Absolute Body Control,
a-ha,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dead C,
The Modern Lovers,
Stetsasonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Sam Rivers,
The Divine Comedy,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delta 5,
The Busters,
CMW,
Dave Gahan,
Gong,
Byron Stingily,
The Beau Brummels,
Little Man,
Barrington Levy,
the Slits,
Y Pants,
Kaleidoscope,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oblivians,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.