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 Liberia and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Zero Boys to the rap 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Kinks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Searchers,
Heaven 17,
K-Klass,
Intrusion,
Godley & Creme,
Blossom Toes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alton Ellis,
Wings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Evens,
The Move,
Cecil Taylor,
Moss Icon,
Massinfluence,
Oblivians,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
New Order,
Hardrive,
Zero Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mars,
Depeche Mode,
Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sound,
The Happenings,
kango's stein massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minutemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Newcleus,
Barbara Tucker,
Aloha Tigers,
cv313,
The Dead C,
The Standells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Clear Light,
Pole,
Icehouse,
Stiv Bators,
Monolake,
Arthur Verocai,
Piero Umiliani,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.