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 Grenada and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Massinfluence to the techno 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Mandrill,
Interpol,
Tommy Roe,
Hasil Adkins,
John Foxx,
David McCallum,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra,
CMW,
Janne Schatter,
Von Mondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Das Ding,
The Cure,
The Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reagan Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Icehouse,
Lalann,
Parry Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Steve Hackett,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marvin Gaye,
Maurizio,
Josef K,
Wasted Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
PIL,
Kurtis Blow,
DNA,
Al Stewart,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy Collins,
Sister Nancy,
La Düsseldorf,
Harmonia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Finger,
The Pretty Things,
The Raincoats,
Alison Limerick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerri Chandler,
Godley & Creme,
Maleditus Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Don Cherry,
Rotary Connection,
Yellowson,
Sparks,
Trumans Water,
Essential Logic,
The Count Five,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.