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 Uzbekistan and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
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 güiro 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 Average White Band to the rap 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalann,
The Dead C,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hoover,
Agitation Free,
The Slits,
David McCallum,
Jacques Brel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blancmange,
Yellowson,
Sight & Sound,
Minutemen,
One Last Wish,
Lou Christie,
Kenny Larkin,
David Bowie,
Kas Product,
LL Cool J,
Ituana,
Eddi Front,
The Offenders,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Move,
Zero Boys,
Shoche,
The Blackbyrds,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Birthday Party,
The Modern Lovers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vainqueur,
Magazine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ohio Players,
Quadrant,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Toni Rubio,
Skriet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skaos,
Andrew Hill,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.