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 Algeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 K-Klass to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix 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?
The Techniques,
The Fire Engines,
Sparks,
F. McDonald,
Con Funk Shun,
Stetsasonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cymande,
Eurythmics,
Ituana,
Unrelated Segments,
The Martian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
LL Cool J,
Tears for Fears,
The Smoke,
Kas Product,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Hill,
Skaos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Connie Case,
Fear,
The Gun Club,
Easy Going,
The United States of America,
The Durutti Column,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Trumans Water,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mark Hollis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faust,
The Motions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick May,
Soul II Soul,
Blake Baxter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stiv Bators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ten City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maurizio,
Reuben Wilson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fugazi,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker,
the Bar-Kays,
Spandau Ballet,
The Walker Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eden Ahbez,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.