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 El Salvador and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Guru Guru to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eve St. Jones,
Pierre Henry,
48th St. Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun City Girls,
Yaz,
The Last Poets,
The Saints,
Rosa Yemen,
The J.B.'s,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barrington Levy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dawn Penn,
Surgeon,
Jeff Lynne,
Parry Music,
Al Stewart,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
The Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Lyres,
Marmalade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Kinks,
Underground Resistance,
Warren Ellis,
Amazonics,
Davy DMX,
Idris Muhammad,
Cal Tjader,
Bluetip,
Sixth Finger,
FM Einheit,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Dolphy,
The Leaves,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Section 25,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sällskapet,
X-101,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
Glenn Branca,
The Martian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.