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 Japan and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Section 25 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dirtbombs,
June Days,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mojo Men,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rosa Yemen,
The Wake,
X-102,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eve St. Jones,
The Raincoats,
The Happenings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Negative Approach,
Kas Product,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angry Samoans,
Mr. Review,
Clear Light,
E-Dancer,
Wasted Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maurizio,
Procol Harum,
The Modern Lovers,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scientists,
The Litter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fall,
Quantec,
Hashim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drexciya,
Suicide,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roger Hodgson,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nirvana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nico,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Holt,
The Young Rascals,
Chrome,
The Barracudas,
Lungfish,
Spoonie Gee,
The Golliwogs,
Dark Day,
Half Japanese,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.