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 Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Jeff Mills to the rock 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Lalann,
Cymande,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Kinks,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
The Motions,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Last Poets,
Suburban Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Desert Stars,
Lou Christie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scan 7,
Robert Wyatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Index,
Delta 5,
Amazonics,
Trumans Water,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul II Soul,
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
F. McDonald,
Smog,
Jerry's Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soulsonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Saccharine Trust,
Juan Atkins,
Franke,
Faust,
Goldenarms,
The Martian,
Marshall Jefferson,
Niagra,
Slick Rick,
Interpol,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Style,
X-Ray Spex,
T. Rex,
Visage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heaven 17,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crooked Eye,
Ten City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cowsills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.