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 St Lucia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Wire to the punk 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Mandrill,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Don Cherry,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Masters at Work,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Lynne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heaven 17,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Seeds,
The Gladiators,
The Durutti Column,
Cybotron,
Camouflage,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sällskapet,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
Agent Orange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pere Ubu,
Sister Nancy,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visage,
Iggy Pop,
Grey Daturas,
Altered Images,
Arcadia,
Matthew Halsall,
Fear,
MDC,
the Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick Morgan,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Hill,
Slick Rick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rekid,
Gang of Four,
Tres Demented,
Organ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scratch Acid,
Thee Headcoats,
Urselle,
The Dirtbombs,
Byron Stingily,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Bananas,
Neu!,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.