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 Montenegro and from Tehran.
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 Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
MC5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zero Boys,
Malaria!,
ABBA,
Anakelly,
Graham Central Station,
Franke,
Matthew Bourne,
Funky Four + One,
Althea and Donna,
June Days,
Saccharine Trust,
Archie Shepp,
Josef K,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Saints,
Alton Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Tubeway Army,
David Axelrod,
Gong,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Section 25,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Schoolly D,
F. McDonald,
Shoche,
X-101,
Juan Atkins,
Youth Brigade,
Chris Corsano,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Television,
The Zeros,
Oblivians,
Pulsallama,
Tres Demented,
Moebius,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
H. Thieme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Last Poets,
The Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Surgeon,
Von Mondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Danielle Patucci,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.