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 Iraq and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 FM Einheit to the disco 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Aural Exciters,
Funky Four + One,
Bob Dylan,
Severed Heads,
Simply Red,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faust,
The Red Krayola,
cv313,
Flamin' Groovies,
Idris Muhammad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Das Ding,
Robert Hood,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Certain Ratio,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Bourne,
Outsiders,
Suicide,
Half Japanese,
Camberwell Now,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Piero Umiliani,
Masters at Work,
Wasted Youth,
Neu!,
Infiniti,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Görl,
Max Romeo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sugar Minott,
Animal Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cybotron,
Ultravox,
Pagans,
The Fall,
Terry Callier,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rapeman,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
48th St. Collective,
T. Rex,
Bobby Sherman,
The Skatalites,
Mr. Review,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The New Christs,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cure,
Cameo,
Oneida,
The Cowsills,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.