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 Algeria and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rock 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
MC5,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Bourne,
Eurythmics,
Minor Threat,
The Standells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Red Krayola,
Toni Rubio,
The American Breed,
Alice Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smoke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABBA,
New Order,
Ultravox,
Metal Thangz,
The New Christs,
Model 500,
Susan Cadogan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
The Evens,
Chris Corsano,
Procol Harum,
Ken Boothe,
Brothers Johnson,
The Selecter,
ABC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick Morgan,
Negative Approach,
Sound Behaviour,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Sneak,
Sex Pistols,
Morten Harket,
Dorothy Ashby,
Au Pairs,
The Velvet Underground,
Tom Boy,
Cybotron,
Nirvana,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter and Kerry,
UT,
Thompson Twins,
Rites of Spring,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.