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 Guinea-Bissau and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Mark Hollis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Underground Resistance,
Soulsonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Icehouse,
Basic Channel,
Dual Sessions,
The Wake,
Girls At Our Best!,
David McCallum,
H. Thieme,
Lou Christie,
Fugazi,
The Residents,
Cymande,
kango's stein massive,
Deakin,
The Real Kids,
Joy Division,
L. Decosne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Parry Music,
Chris Corsano,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare,
Pussy Galore,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Zeros,
Eli Mardock,
The Remains,
Swell Maps,
Index,
The Cramps,
Letta Mbulu,
Stereo Dub,
Ohio Players,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Interpol,
The Litter,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Bourne,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Make Up,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Don Cherry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visage,
AZ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Crash Course in Science,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.