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 Swaziland and from New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Vladislav Delay to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Soul II Soul,
Traffic Nightmare,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
Anakelly,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Sheep,
Hot Snakes,
New York Dolls,
Kas Product,
Pussy Galore,
Arab on Radar,
Echospace,
Niagra,
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
Wasted Youth,
The Techniques,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare,
Scratch Acid,
Trumans Water,
Agent Orange,
Stereo Dub,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Terry,
Joe Finger,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Grass Roots,
Hoover,
The Slits,
Liliput,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Inner City,
Simply Red,
Visage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Stooges,
The Invisible,
The Star Department,
The Doobie Brothers,
Infiniti,
Make Up,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Main Source,
DNA,
Lindisfarne,
Fear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Don Cherry,
Faust,
Can,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.