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 Albania and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 D'Angelo to the dance 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers,
Clear Light,
Fugazi,
Silicon Teens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scrapy,
Niagra,
Ken Boothe,
Albert Ayler,
Dead Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Make Up,
Lucky Dragons,
Sällskapet,
Soulsonic Force,
Darondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Adolescents,
U.S. Maple,
Kenny Larkin,
Young Marble Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Searchers,
UT,
The Associates,
The Invisible,
Public Enemy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang of Four,
B.T. Express,
This Heat,
Joe Finger,
DNA,
Icehouse,
Royal Trux,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shoche,
Porter Ricks,
Agent Orange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Moebius,
Livin' Joy,
David McCallum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Subhumans,
Guru Guru,
Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moleskins,
Theoretical Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.