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 Uganda and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 The Happenings to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Rapeman,
Amazonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deepchord,
Bill Near,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Copeland,
Lakeside,
KRS-One,
Funky Four + One,
Dawn Penn,
The Modern Lovers,
Stereo Dub,
Boredoms,
Godley & Creme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Buzzcocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moby Grape,
Archie Shepp,
the Sonics,
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters,
Henry Cow,
Sam Rivers,
Drexciya,
the Association,
Talk Talk,
Spandau Ballet,
Girls At Our Best!,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
In Retrospect,
Al Stewart,
Nick Fraelich,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Bourne,
Erykah Badu,
the Normal,
The Buckinghams,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magma,
Wings,
Sun City Girls,
Smog,
FM Einheit,
cv313,
The Tremeloes,
Nirvana,
Marc Almond,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
Max Romeo,
Malaria!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
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.