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 Niger and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 ABBA to the disco 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Bill Near,
Matthew Halsall,
Fad Gadget,
Mission of Burma,
Glenn Branca,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Lynne,
Joy Division,
Boz Scaggs,
Graham Central Station,
Suburban Knight,
David Axelrod,
Wally Richardson,
Stetsasonic,
Cluster,
Brothers Johnson,
Dead Boys,
Rekid,
Sam Rivers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Saints,
Fluxion,
The Searchers,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fugazi,
David Bowie,
Blake Baxter,
Dual Sessions,
CMW,
Little Man,
Shuggie Otis,
Surgeon,
Cameo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Smog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siglo XX,
Kayak,
Morten Harket,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rosa Yemen,
Barrington Levy,
Black Sheep,
Nico,
Ornette Coleman,
Accadde A,
Moby Grape,
The Happenings,
Brand Nubian,
The Fall,
Harry Pussy,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.