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 Switzerland and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Banda Bassotti 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Jandek,
Albert Ayler,
John Lydon,
Gang Starr,
Masters at Work,
Pole,
Jeff Mills,
Donald Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultimate Spinach,
Index,
Lou Christie,
Sandy B,
Amazonics,
Qualms,
Thee Headcoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lungfish,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Count Five,
Altered Images,
Thompson Twins,
Joey Negro,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Mandrill,
Alice Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Delta 5,
Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Magma,
Television Personalities,
Blancmange,
The Fortunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sound Behaviour,
Cal Tjader,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bizarre Inc.,
R.M.O.,
Outsiders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Motorama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Inner City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
The Move,
Scrapy,
Sonic Youth,
The Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Talk Talk,
The Raincoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Wells,
The Techniques,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.