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 Chile and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monks to the rap 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Wire,
Pantytec,
Infiniti,
The Searchers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cybotron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Near,
Surgeon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
Bronski Beat,
Oneida,
Ultravox,
The Sound,
the Sonics,
Agent Orange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The New Christs,
T. Rex,
Malaria!,
X-102,
Gichy Dan,
Easy Going,
Maurizio,
Jacques Brel,
The Gories,
Neil Young,
Young Marble Giants,
World's Most,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grey Daturas,
June of 44,
Aaron Thompson,
Tim Buckley,
Sight & Sound,
David McCallum,
Shoche,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Leonard Cohen,
Steve Hackett,
Lakeside,
The Saints,
Cluster,
The Real Kids,
Slave,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.