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 Kyrgyzstan and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Happenings to the funk 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
New Order,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T. Rex,
Rufus Thomas,
The Red Krayola,
Minutemen,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Henry Cow,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shuggie Otis,
Porter Ricks,
X-102,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mark Hollis,
Technova,
The Electric Prunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Icehouse,
Cecil Taylor,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pretty Things,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Pantaleimon,
The American Breed,
Kerri Chandler,
The Remains,
Al Stewart,
One Last Wish,
Pierre Henry,
Anakelly,
FM Einheit,
Warren Ellis,
The Mummies,
The Star Department,
10cc,
Ponytail,
David Bowie,
The J.B.'s,
The Mojo Men,
Von Mondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Christie,
Gabor Szabo,
Harry Pussy,
Cheater Slicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Scientists,
The Golliwogs,
Ossler,
Lungfish,
Animal Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
CMW,
Newcleus,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.