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 Nauru and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Mo-Dettes to the funk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
DNA,
Ossler,
The Skatalites,
The Leaves,
The Knickerbockers,
Kurtis Blow,
Yazoo,
Hot Snakes,
The Cure,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siglo XX,
Fluxion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funky Four + One,
The Blues Magoos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
R.M.O.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pierre Henry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Durutti Column,
Mo-Dettes,
Althea and Donna,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glambeats Corp.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monks,
Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dawn Penn,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
CMW,
Fatback Band,
Hashim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Teasers,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott Heron,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grauzone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eve St. Jones,
Deakin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Vogues,
MDC,
In Retrospect,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blancmange,
Silicon Teens,
Pere Ubu,
JFA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kayak,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.