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 Syria and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Warsaw to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Subhumans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marvin Gaye,
Quadrant,
Parry Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Arcadia,
Kurtis Blow,
The Wake,
Alison Limerick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agitation Free,
Freddie Wadling,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Residents,
Mandrill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Eddi Front,
New York Dolls,
T.S.O.L.,
Los Fastidios,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
Masters at Work,
New Age Steppers,
Howard Jones,
Harmonia,
Fat Boys,
Drexciya,
Nirvana,
The Human League,
Nas,
The Trojans,
June Days,
Hoover,
Tubeway Army,
Oneida,
Bill Near,
The Doors,
Fatback Band,
Archie Shepp,
Popol Vuh,
One Last Wish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Massinfluence,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Slits,
The Buckinghams,
The Pop Group,
Prince Buster,
Pierre Henry,
Schoolly D,
Von Mondo,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.