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 Zambia and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roxette to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tom Boy,
Cameo,
David Axelrod,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sound Behaviour,
Bush Tetras,
Magma,
Suburban Knight,
Model 500,
Porter Ricks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shoche,
Television Personalities,
Au Pairs,
the Fania All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Green,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ohio Players,
Ponytail,
Robert Wyatt,
Make Up,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sixth Finger,
Fat Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Outsiders,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Machine,
Joe Finger,
Procol Harum,
Hot Snakes,
The Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Michelle Simonal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Busters,
Scott Walker,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Little Man,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Absolute Body Control,
Brand Nubian,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Angels of Light,
Prince Buster,
Donald Byrd,
the Swans,
Hardrive,
Dennis Brown,
The Stooges,
Rosa Yemen,
Patti Smith,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.