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 Barbados and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lucky Dragons to the disco 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Sneak,
Davy DMX,
Underground Resistance,
The Leaves,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Desert Stars,
Carl Craig,
Young Marble Giants,
Q65,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lyres,
John Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
The Remains,
8 Eyed Spy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Easy Going,
Scientists,
The Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
Surgeon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eurythmics,
Maleditus Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Ken Boothe,
The Star Department,
Schoolly D,
48th St. Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Janne Schatter,
Stetsasonic,
ABBA,
The Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Cecil Taylor,
Alison Limerick,
Kenny Larkin,
The Residents,
Scott Walker,
The Litter,
DJ Style,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camberwell Now,
X-Ray Spex,
Second Layer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rekid,
FM Einheit,
Masters at Work,
Pagans,
Robert Wyatt,
Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
kango's stein massive,
Isaac Hayes,
The Martian,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.