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 Cyprus and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Dirtbombs to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Smog,
Technova,
Accadde A,
Pole,
Brick,
John Foxx,
Hashim,
Radiohead,
Television Personalities,
Connie Case,
Bobby Womack,
Kevin Saunderson,
a-ha,
Gang Starr,
Trumans Water,
Nils Olav,
L. Decosne,
Mr. Review,
The Techniques,
Animal Collective,
Zapp,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mummies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sight & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Cecil Taylor,
Talk Talk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Smooth,
Sandy B,
Severed Heads,
Tom Boy,
Donald Byrd,
KRS-One,
The Fortunes,
In Retrospect,
June Days,
The Smoke,
The Cowsills,
The Kinks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül II,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fear,
Marine Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Icehouse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed,
Grauzone,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
Ken Boothe,
Moss Icon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.