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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
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 guitar 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Ronnie Foster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mark Hollis,
Eve St. Jones,
The Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gories,
Jandek,
Saccharine Trust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Moon,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers,
Janne Schatter,
Surgeon,
The Buckinghams,
Gastr Del Sol,
Simply Red,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Byron Stingily,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funkadelic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rites of Spring,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nik Kershaw,
E-Dancer,
Wings,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delta 5,
The Residents,
Boz Scaggs,
Sällskapet,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slits,
JFA,
Eden Ahbez,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deepchord,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Style,
Joy Division,
Nico,
Terry Callier,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
LL Cool J,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Max Romeo,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.