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 Germany and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Aaron Thompson to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Martian,
Graham Central Station,
John Holt,
Minutemen,
Sugar Minott,
Freddie Wadling,
Nico,
The Blues Magoos,
Nirvana,
Warren Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
Kerrie Biddell,
La Düsseldorf,
Wolf Eyes,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Bourne,
Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young,
Procol Harum,
Aaron Thompson,
Nas,
Gichy Dan,
MC5,
Yazoo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Flag,
Ken Boothe,
The Leaves,
The Fugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cymande,
Public Enemy,
Spandau Ballet,
Prince Buster,
Ponytail,
EPMD,
CMW,
Soulsonic Force,
Harmonia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Invisible,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Moebius,
Los Fastidios,
The Remains,
Man Eating Sloth,
Throbbing Gristle,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Sherman,
Desert Stars,
Supertramp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.