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 Sudan and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Young Marble Giants to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Black Dice,
Janne Schatter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pole,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Don Cherry,
ABC,
Junior Murvin,
The Happenings,
Lungfish,
AZ,
Stetsasonic,
Bronski Beat,
Tears for Fears,
Joy Division,
Country Teasers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Mills,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Iggy Pop,
Ohio Players,
New York Dolls,
Roger Hodgson,
Camouflage,
L. Decosne,
Livin' Joy,
Japan,
The Trojans,
CMW,
The Red Krayola,
Porter Ricks,
Mandrill,
Joyce Sims,
Dead Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magma,
The Selecter,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smoke,
The Names,
Shoche,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hardrive,
Sun Ra,
Tom Boy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
The American Breed,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Letta Mbulu,
Smog,
Darondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.