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 Haiti 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dennis Brown to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Searchers,
Lou Christie,
Ponytail,
The Buckinghams,
Public Enemy,
Can,
Zero Boys,
Y Pants,
Bluetip,
Sun City Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Babytalk,
The Moody Blues,
Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ituana,
Sex Pistols,
Depeche Mode,
Eddi Front,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dual Sessions,
Delon & Dalcan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Make Up,
Yusef Lateef,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Angels of Light,
The Dirtbombs,
The Litter,
Donny Hathaway,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Wells,
Joey Negro,
the Swans,
Joy Division,
Quando Quango,
Soul Sonic Force,
June of 44,
Aaron Thompson,
The Golliwogs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Green,
Chris Corsano,
Echospace,
The Trojans,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker,
Ludus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Letta Mbulu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
Tubeway Army,
Visage,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.