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 Israel and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Quadrant to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Angry Samoans,
Scan 7,
Bill Wells,
The Zeros,
the Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
R.M.O.,
Sparks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-102,
DJ Style,
Young Marble Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Rundgren,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacques Brel,
Cybotron,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Count Five,
Skarface,
The Fall,
The Shadows of Knight,
E-Dancer,
China Crisis,
Icehouse,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Wyatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Siglo XX,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Fatback Band,
Gang Green,
Barry Ungar,
Infiniti,
The Stooges,
Bronski Beat,
Inner City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Byrd,
Moebius,
Aswad,
Joey Negro,
The Gories,
Steve Hackett,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.