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 Grenada 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the jazz 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Crime,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Freddie Wadling,
Fugazi,
A Certain Ratio,
Television Personalities,
Banda Bassotti,
Lungfish,
Outsiders,
Steve Hackett,
Royal Trux,
Gichy Dan,
Black Bananas,
Tres Demented,
D'Angelo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Guru Guru,
The Fall,
Prince Buster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gladiators,
New Order,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronan,
Duran Duran,
Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Blossom Toes,
Hashim,
The Divine Comedy,
Masters at Work,
Roxy Music,
Sonic Youth,
Darondo,
Gang of Four,
Second Layer,
James White and The Blacks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Litter,
Radiohead,
Laurel Aitken,
Gong,
The Grass Roots,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Red Krayola,
Wings,
Parry Music,
Robert Hood,
Flash Fearless,
JFA,
Matthew Halsall,
Sight & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Near,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wolf Eyes,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.