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 Haiti and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 China Crisis to the funk 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Von Mondo,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
In Retrospect,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Fraelich,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Deepchord,
Ponytail,
Alison Limerick,
the Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Skaos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June Days,
The Associates,
Ornette Coleman,
The Vogues,
Radiohead,
Dennis Brown,
The New Christs,
Charles Mingus,
Japan,
Black Pus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Star Department,
Ice-T,
Moebius,
R.M.O.,
10cc,
Blossom Toes,
Liliput,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shuggie Otis,
Smog,
Freddie Wadling,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gories,
The Litter,
The Busters,
Toni Rubio,
Audionom,
Eddi Front,
Lower 48,
Black Flag,
Pylon,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flipper,
L. Decosne,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft 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.