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 Dominican Republic and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 punk 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Public Image Ltd.,
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
D'Angelo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Wells,
Joensuu 1685,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonny Sharrock,
T. Rex,
Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Absolute Body Control,
The Music Machine,
the Association,
Television,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Dave Gahan,
Supertramp,
Tears for Fears,
Eden Ahbez,
Jawbox,
Silicon Teens,
Joyce Sims,
Grauzone,
Nico,
Charles Mingus,
Marine Girls,
The Vogues,
The Techniques,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moody Blues,
10cc,
The Black Dice,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Theoretical Girls,
Terry Callier,
Dark Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Faraquet,
Peter and Kerry,
Altered Images,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Boredoms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Model 500,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lucky Dragons,
Isaac Hayes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nas,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.