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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Bobby Sherman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Junior Murvin,
Dave Gahan,
The Golliwogs,
Wire,
Don Cherry,
The Associates,
Theoretical Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Christie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Con Funk Shun,
Cybotron,
The Fortunes,
Monolake,
World's Most,
the Association,
Ohio Players,
Pylon,
David Axelrod,
June of 44,
Derrick May,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Wyatt,
Adolescents,
Supertramp,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantaleimon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arab on Radar,
The Velvet Underground,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dead Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mad Mike,
Cluster,
Spoonie Gee,
Make Up,
Scan 7,
The Mojo Men,
Letta Mbulu,
The Angels of Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Isaac Hayes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
Royal Trux,
Roxy Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Organ,
The Five Americans,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.