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 Macedonia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Clear Light to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Last Poets,
Crime,
The Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Malaria!,
The Toasters,
Erykah Badu,
The Pretty Things,
Barry Ungar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Youth Brigade,
Underground Resistance,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Y Pants,
Au Pairs,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Copeland,
Sugar Minott,
Al Stewart,
These Immortal Souls,
Josef K,
Babytalk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stetsasonic,
The Names,
Unrelated Segments,
Television,
Groovy Waters,
Little Man,
Lebanon Hanover,
David McCallum,
June of 44,
Gong,
Howard Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül II,
Hoover,
Harry Pussy,
Nirvana,
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
Minny Pops,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Vogues,
a-ha,
Flipper,
Boz Scaggs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Wyatt,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.