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 Tajikistan and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Laurel Aitken to the jazz 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang of Four,
The Victims,
Agent Orange,
Soft Machine,
Nirvana,
Sam Rivers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slave,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
This Heat,
Aswad,
The Associates,
Joy Division,
Saccharine Trust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oneida,
The Busters,
DNA,
The Cure,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monolake,
New York Dolls,
Sarah Menescal,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dead C,
Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Harry Pussy,
Soul II Soul,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mojo Men,
John Coltrane,
X-102,
H. Thieme,
Drexciya,
The Fuzztones,
Q65,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Davy DMX,
Television Personalities,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed,
Shuggie Otis,
Alton Ellis,
Black Bananas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Charles Mingus,
Mo-Dettes,
Connie Case,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scrapy,
China Crisis,
The Move,
Deakin,
Barrington Levy,
Traffic Nightmare,
June of 44,
Kerrie Biddell,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.