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 Equatorial Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Leaves to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Lightning Bolt,
The Knickerbockers,
Pulsallama,
Howard Jones,
The Wake,
Pere Ubu,
Moebius,
Blake Baxter,
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx,
Joyce Sims,
Scan 7,
Anthony Braxton,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
Tommy Roe,
Prince Buster,
Ten City,
Monks,
Television,
Johnny Clarke,
Kenny Larkin,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fall,
Rekid,
Con Funk Shun,
Neu!,
JFA,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Coltrane,
CMW,
The Moleskins,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gun Club,
Aswad,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish,
Robert Görl,
Pierre Henry,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Standells,
The Angels of Light,
The Black Dice,
Warren Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
the Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Circle Jerks,
Accadde A,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television Personalities,
David Axelrod,
Joensuu 1685,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacob Miller,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.