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 Lithuania and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Harmonia,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Slits,
The Slits,
Talk Talk,
Sugar Minott,
Intrusion,
Masters at Work,
X-Ray Spex,
Rakim,
Can,
Main Source,
The Doobie Brothers,
Inner City,
Urselle,
Flash Fearless,
The Invisible,
Gang Starr,
Vainqueur,
The Mojo Men,
Cymande,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultimate Spinach,
Desert Stars,
The Smoke,
The Techniques,
The Zeros,
Joe Smooth,
Max Romeo,
Smog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fatback Band,
Brand Nubian,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Busters,
Procol Harum,
Bronski Beat,
The Pretty Things,
Con Funk Shun,
Moebius,
Ossler,
Morten Harket,
Aaron Thompson,
Excepter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
June Days,
Slave,
The Pop Group,
Black Sheep,
Schoolly D,
F. McDonald,
Pantaleimon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Bananas,
Sun City Girls,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.