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 Brazil and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 The Toasters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Vladislav Delay,
Kayak,
John Lydon,
In Retrospect,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
10cc,
Excepter,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra,
Althea and Donna,
Mission of Burma,
Fat Boys,
Grauzone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Altered Images,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Severed Heads,
The Happenings,
Patti Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harry Pussy,
Crime,
Black Pus,
The Neon Judgement,
Oblivians,
Cecil Taylor,
Tommy Roe,
The Knickerbockers,
Ituana,
Animal Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Neu!,
Ice-T,
Freddie Wadling,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donald Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tears for Fears,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Adolescents,
Simply Red,
Hot Snakes,
Suicide,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unwound,
Iggy Pop,
The Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.