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 Canada and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Niagra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tommy Roe,
Motorama,
Ohio Players,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Leonard Cohen,
The Raincoats,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Barracudas,
The Young Rascals,
Piero Umiliani,
Quantec,
The Music Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eddi Front,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Index,
Al Stewart,
Fugazi,
Joy Division,
Graham Central Station,
The Beau Brummels,
Niagra,
Radiohead,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Mills,
10cc,
Bad Manners,
Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crash Course in Science,
The Divine Comedy,
Y Pants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brick,
Godley & Creme,
Sun City Girls,
Marmalade,
Drexciya,
The Remains,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Young Marble Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Depeche Mode,
Nik Kershaw,
Mission of Burma,
Gong,
Organ,
The Gun Club,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.