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 Laos 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Grey Daturas to the crunk 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Hot Snakes,
The Fall,
The Human League,
Malaria!,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiohead,
Brass Construction,
Lee Hazlewood,
Patti Smith,
KRS-One,
The Stooges,
Clear Light,
Pere Ubu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gap Band,
Symarip,
Yellowson,
JFA,
Scratch Acid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q65,
Toni Rubio,
China Crisis,
Fugazi,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Real Kids,
David Axelrod,
The Blackbyrds,
In Retrospect,
Alice Coltrane,
CMW,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kayak,
Sandy B,
AZ,
Marc Almond,
Davy DMX,
The Skatalites,
Depeche Mode,
Kerri Chandler,
Graham Central Station,
John Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Moebius,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Surgeon,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wings,
FM Einheit,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.