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 Jamaica and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Robert Hood to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Juan Atkins,
Trumans Water,
The Star Department,
10cc,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minor Threat,
Crash Course in Science,
The Young Rascals,
Dawn Penn,
Wire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick May,
Mark Hollis,
The Monochrome Set,
Vladislav Delay,
Basic Channel,
Tears for Fears,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Darondo,
48th St. Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fugs,
Nirvana,
The Dead C,
The American Breed,
Ohio Players,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Golliwogs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hardrive,
Tubeway Army,
Liliput,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Moby Grape,
Cecil Taylor,
Cybotron,
Rekid,
Bobby Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Niagra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Sherman,
Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Jawbox,
Harmonia,
Chrome,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delta 5,
Lalann,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.