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 Singapore and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Nils Olav to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sugar Minott,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultra Naté,
Nik Kershaw,
Davy DMX,
Ultravox,
The Mummies,
Q and Not U,
the Bar-Kays,
Flash Fearless,
The Durutti Column,
Neu!,
The Fugs,
The Black Dice,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moby Grape,
The Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Flag,
Andrew Hill,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Clarke,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
Cameo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
D'Angelo,
Glenn Branca,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Audionom,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sister Nancy,
Funkadelic,
Fat Boys,
Yaz,
Fluxion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donald Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Germs,
David McCallum,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The Saints,
Vainqueur,
Minor Threat,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amazonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crime,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Moon,
Neil Young,
Gabor Szabo,
The Tremeloes,
Absolute Body Control,
Rosa Yemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.