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 France and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Piero Umiliani to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Procol Harum,
Crash Course in Science,
John Cale,
The Toasters,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
One Last Wish,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
F. McDonald,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Albert Ayler,
Brick,
Scott Walker,
Danielle Patucci,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tubeway Army,
Fat Boys,
Gang Green,
Schoolly D,
La Düsseldorf,
Scientists,
Chris & Cosey,
Little Man,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Duran Duran,
Amazonics,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slackers,
Mo-Dettes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sam Rivers,
Popol Vuh,
Crispian St. Peters,
Make Up,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Machine,
Monks,
The Leaves,
Maleditus Sound,
Tom Boy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Magazine,
the Human League,
The Smoke,
Darondo,
Sun City Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.