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 Botswana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Whodini to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Jawbox,
Camberwell Now,
Davy DMX,
Robert Görl,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cameo,
Anthony Braxton,
Deakin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rotary Connection,
Excepter,
John Lydon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shoche,
Wasted Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
D'Angelo,
the Sonics,
The Music Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suburban Knight,
The Vogues,
Darondo,
Country Teasers,
Crash Course in Science,
L. Decosne,
Maurizio,
Ituana,
Organ,
Grauzone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moebius,
The Star Department,
Second Layer,
Bill Near,
The American Breed,
Dark Day,
Pierre Henry,
Aswad,
Ohio Players,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Freddie Wadling,
David Axelrod,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.