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 Brunei and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barry Ungar to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
R.M.O.,
The Trojans,
Shoche,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rufus Thomas,
Deepchord,
Von Mondo,
Black Pus,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Animal Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Moebius,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
Au Pairs,
China Crisis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cowsills,
UT,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Dolphy,
Aural Exciters,
John Holt,
ABC,
The Fall,
Nils Olav,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James White and The Blacks,
Mad Mike,
Scientists,
Charles Mingus,
The Wake,
Sandy B,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Desert Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Green,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
Basic Channel,
Stereo Dub,
Easy Going,
The Young Rascals,
Visage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crash Course in Science,
The Shadows of Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Sun City Girls,
Minutemen,
Bush Tetras,
Max Romeo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Little Man,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.