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 Netherlands and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Accadde A to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unrelated Segments,
Pussy Galore,
Ten City,
Basic Channel,
Cameo,
Fela Kuti,
Metal Thangz,
The Gap Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Joey Negro,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Josef K,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fluxion,
Malaria!,
Black Flag,
UT,
Soulsonic Force,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed,
Mantronix,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
Lou Christie,
Don Cherry,
World's Most,
The Saints,
Radio Birdman,
Visage,
Sonny Sharrock,
Khruangbin,
Trumans Water,
The American Breed,
Anakelly,
Albert Ayler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young,
The Divine Comedy,
Aural Exciters,
The Zeros,
Clear Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalann,
Sixth Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Angels of Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Almond,
The Busters,
Man Parrish,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.