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 Vietnam and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Q65,
Jeff Lynne,
Grey Daturas,
The Cowsills,
Gang Green,
Drexciya,
Don Cherry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television Personalities,
Bill Near,
Harmonia,
The Leaves,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Techniques,
Underground Resistance,
Nils Olav,
MC5,
Albert Ayler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Jacob Miller,
Dead Boys,
the Slits,
Basic Channel,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Clarke,
Ludus,
Robert Görl,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Main Source,
Ultra Naté,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Lindisfarne,
Flash Fearless,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Five Americans,
Outsiders,
CMW,
Blancmange,
Black Moon,
Wolf Eyes,
Motorama,
Icehouse,
Sound Behaviour,
Minny Pops,
Y Pants,
Average White Band,
Dave Gahan,
Fat Boys,
Faraquet,
The Cramps,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.