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 Lebanon and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Khruangbin to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agitation Free,
UT,
Deadbeat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Halsall,
The Golliwogs,
Angry Samoans,
Ronan,
China Crisis,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
OOIOO,
The Sound,
Infiniti,
Bill Near,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Copeland,
Connie Case,
Cameo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Wings,
Sugar Minott,
Fatback Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Bar-Kays,
The Buckinghams,
The Dead C,
Mo-Dettes,
Alison Limerick,
Sparks,
Andrew Hill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Surgeon,
Terry Callier,
Kas Product,
Dawn Penn,
Quadrant,
The Young Rascals,
Arthur Verocai,
Cal Tjader,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Babytalk,
The Skatalites,
Moby Grape,
Joe Finger,
The Barracudas,
Rakim,
Rapeman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chrome,
David McCallum,
The United States of America,
Y Pants,
Eurythmics,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.