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 Nigeria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Pulsallama to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Tommy Roe,
Piero Umiliani,
Janne Schatter,
Black Bananas,
F. McDonald,
Hot Snakes,
Donald Byrd,
Delta 5,
Rekid,
Bauhaus,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Wells,
Rosa Yemen,
Skriet,
The Happenings,
The Invisible,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Move,
Sarah Menescal,
Reagan Youth,
The Skatalites,
Gang Green,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dead Boys,
Pagans,
Lightning Bolt,
Main Source,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gabor Szabo,
Yusef Lateef,
kango's stein massive,
The Buckinghams,
Fatback Band,
The Cramps,
Model 500,
Barrington Levy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Juan Atkins,
Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nils Olav,
Babytalk,
Moby Grape,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Clarke,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
Quantec,
A Certain Ratio,
Visage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warsaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harry Pussy,
David Axelrod,
Zapp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.