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 Egypt and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Franke,
John Holt,
Laurel Aitken,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aural Exciters,
CMW,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Osbourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Ornette Coleman,
The Victims,
June Days,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Litter,
Eric Copeland,
Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
One Last Wish,
The Zeros,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Association,
Camberwell Now,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James White and The Blacks,
Blancmange,
Outsiders,
Chrome,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
Average White Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fugs,
Althea and Donna,
Sex Pistols,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Porter Ricks,
Yellowson,
Danielle Patucci,
Joy Division,
The Standells,
Flash Fearless,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brick,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Guru Guru,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tom Boy,
Quando Quango,
Todd Terry,
Sun City Girls,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.