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 Tonga and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Loose Ends to the grime 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Yaz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Residents,
Neil Young,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siglo XX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Starr,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Wake,
Trumans Water,
Depeche Mode,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Mantronix,
Flash Fearless,
The Happenings,
The Cowsills,
Rapeman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Lynne,
The Velvet Underground,
Brick,
Jerry's Kids,
Skriet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
48th St. Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Five Americans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wally Richardson,
Malaria!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Surgeon,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Inner City,
Warsaw,
Andrew Hill,
Pole,
Aswad,
Popol Vuh,
Laurel Aitken,
Connie Case,
Y Pants,
the Soft Cell,
Scientists,
the Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Near,
Erykah Badu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Kinks,
L. Decosne,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.