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 Albania and from Hong Kong.
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 Lille and Woodstock.
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 marimba 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 Tim Buckley to the funk 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
kango's stein massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Motorama,
Ludus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Second Layer,
Tom Boy,
Vainqueur,
Maleditus Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Ronnie Foster,
OOIOO,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Henry Cow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hashim,
Eric Dolphy,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Copeland,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Porter Ricks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erasure,
Smog,
X-101,
Lindisfarne,
Alton Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Jandek,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Holt,
JFA,
Deepchord,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grey Daturas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stiv Bators,
Kas Product,
Whodini,
The Busters,
Deadbeat,
Leonard Cohen,
Vladislav Delay,
Main Source,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Au Pairs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Divine Comedy,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
Ossler,
Lower 48,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.