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 Mongolia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grunge 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Derrick Morgan,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gories,
Beasts of Bourbon,
H. Thieme,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Starr,
Skaos,
The Martian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Copeland,
Wings,
Man Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sandy B,
Popol Vuh,
Cameo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Divine Comedy,
Rapeman,
Reuben Wilson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The New Christs,
Scrapy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visage,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxy Music,
Television,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed,
Roxette,
Albert Ayler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rod Modell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
The Monks,
Cluster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terry Callier,
Kas Product,
Malaria!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smiths,
Deakin,
The Cowsills,
Lyres,
Thee Headcoats,
Gabor Szabo,
the Swans,
The Cure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Franke,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.