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 Malta and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 The Invisible to the rock 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker,
The Blues Magoos,
Ponytail,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mad Mike,
The Last Poets,
Section 25,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultravox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Darondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Associates,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Monks,
Vainqueur,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Motorama,
Y Pants,
the Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Albert Ayler,
Reuben Wilson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pole,
Rekid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
The Gun Club,
The Motions,
Nirvana,
Wolf Eyes,
Joy Division,
Chrome,
Cybotron,
Urselle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ten City,
Television,
Arab on Radar,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Davy DMX,
The Real Kids,
Harmonia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Second Layer,
The Velvet Underground,
Iggy Pop,
Drexciya,
James White and The Blacks,
June of 44,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Loose Ends,
Desert Stars,
Quantec,
Television Personalities,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.