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 Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Man Eating Sloth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Wyatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Birthday Party,
The Toasters,
Marc Almond,
New Order,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nils Olav,
The Cure,
Hasil Adkins,
The Skatalites,
Motorama,
The Slackers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Rotary Connection,
Infiniti,
Andrew Hill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Minor Threat,
Hoover,
Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
Youth Brigade,
The Divine Comedy,
ABC,
Q and Not U,
Mad Mike,
Janne Schatter,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach,
Franke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Selecter,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick Morgan,
The Litter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alison Limerick,
Neu!,
Sister Nancy,
Boredoms,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Martian,
The Gun Club,
The Searchers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
The Victims,
Deepchord,
Main Source,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.