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 Belgium and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hasil Adkins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lightning Bolt,
The Raincoats,
Inner City,
Mr. Review,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minutemen,
the Human League,
The Gap Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Copeland,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moss Icon,
Todd Rundgren,
The Motions,
Underground Resistance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barry Ungar,
Gabor Szabo,
JFA,
Maleditus Sound,
Ituana,
the Germs,
This Heat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rotary Connection,
Shoche,
Basic Channel,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Coltrane,
Visage,
The Dead C,
Interpol,
The Buckinghams,
T.S.O.L.,
Quadrant,
Marc Almond,
The Techniques,
Sister Nancy,
Donald Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cluster,
Kenny Larkin,
the Bar-Kays,
Dennis Brown,
Graham Central Station,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quando Quango,
X-Ray Spex,
Funky Four + One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Dolphy,
Camouflage,
KRS-One,
The Gladiators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.