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 Ireland and from London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 DJ Sneak to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Crash Course in Science,
Rapeman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cowsills,
Dual Sessions,
Average White Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Cecil Taylor,
Guru Guru,
Q65,
Amon Düül II,
Ituana,
The Smiths,
Steve Hackett,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Television,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Hill,
The Slits,
Motorama,
Brick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Style,
Jacques Brel,
Porter Ricks,
The Velvet Underground,
Moss Icon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
R.M.O.,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Near,
Connie Case,
Isaac Hayes,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rosa Yemen,
Swell Maps,
Urselle,
Eric Copeland,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pylon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visage,
Anthony Braxton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fugazi,
Das Ding,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brothers Johnson,
Janne Schatter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Symarip,
Shoche,
Patti Smith,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.