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 India and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Lou Reed & Metallica 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Moebius,
New Order,
Aswad,
Arab on Radar,
Monolake,
Wire,
The Selecter,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Pussy Galore,
The Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jandek,
Eden Ahbez,
Camouflage,
Clear Light,
Steve Hackett,
Prince Buster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Little Man,
48th St. Collective,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Womack,
Index,
Hashim,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Janne Schatter,
Oneida,
Youth Brigade,
Panda Bear,
Morten Harket,
The Toasters,
Porter Ricks,
Mandrill,
Buzzcocks,
Swans,
the Soft Cell,
The Cure,
The Leaves,
John Lydon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lower 48,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Gong,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Hood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Starr,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sam Rivers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monochrome Set,
The Grass Roots,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.