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 Somalia 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Charles Mingus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Smoke,
Derrick May,
The Red Krayola,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Anakelly,
The Human League,
Simply Red,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
La Düsseldorf,
Minutemen,
Yellowson,
Erasure,
Young Marble Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerri Chandler,
New Age Steppers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arcadia,
Magma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerrie Biddell,
Prince Buster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roger Hodgson,
Godley & Creme,
Subhumans,
Glenn Branca,
Y Pants,
T.S.O.L.,
the Slits,
D'Angelo,
Bad Manners,
Fear,
Youth Brigade,
John Foxx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Porter Ricks,
Average White Band,
Juan Atkins,
The Gap Band,
Von Mondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Mandrill,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.