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 Pakistan and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Eric B and Rakim to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Metal Thangz,
Urselle,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Morten Harket,
Barbara Tucker,
Technova,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Vogues,
The Motions,
Infiniti,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Mandrill,
Schoolly D,
Derrick May,
The Moleskins,
Don Cherry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Essential Logic,
Jacques Brel,
Masters at Work,
Swell Maps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Pere Ubu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Leonard Cohen,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nik Kershaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Kayak,
The Monks,
Au Pairs,
Lightning Bolt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Duran Duran,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jawbox,
David Bowie,
New York Dolls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sam Rivers,
The Associates,
Minnie Riperton,
Erykah Badu,
The Selecter,
Darondo,
Pulsallama,
The Golliwogs,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Rundgren,
Rosa Yemen,
Mantronix,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.