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 Iran and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Skaos to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Chris Corsano,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The New Christs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Names,
Derrick May,
Procol Harum,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Technova,
The Sonics,
KRS-One,
Bobby Womack,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nico,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Offenders,
Scan 7,
Babytalk,
Eric Copeland,
AZ,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nation of Ulysses,
Underground Resistance,
Ituana,
The Cramps,
Joy Division,
Colin Newman,
The Golliwogs,
The Fortunes,
Ultravox,
Heaven 17,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Sight & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Black Bananas,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camberwell Now,
Carl Craig,
Talk Talk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Christie,
The Knickerbockers,
Icehouse,
cv313,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Human League,
Scott Walker,
Pole,
The Seeds,
Faust,
kango's stein massive,
Mantronix,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.