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 Peru and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mad Mike to the rap 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris & Cosey,
Little Man,
Cameo,
Peter and Kerry,
Mars,
Stetsasonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Swell Maps,
Vainqueur,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pierre Henry,
Camouflage,
Eddi Front,
Aaron Thompson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonic Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Desert Stars,
Ludus,
The Zeros,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cheater Slicks,
Nico,
KRS-One,
La Düsseldorf,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cymande,
The New Christs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Agitation Free,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sarah Menescal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pole,
Sällskapet,
Connie Case,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
10cc,
The Velvet Underground,
Crime,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blossom Toes,
Vladislav Delay,
Suicide,
Iggy Pop,
Junior Murvin,
Ohio Players,
the Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Grey Daturas,
Spoonie Gee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Von Mondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.