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 Tonga and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
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 mellotron 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 Von Mondo to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Tres Demented,
The Blackbyrds,
Supertramp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
K-Klass,
Basic Channel,
Dual Sessions,
Al Stewart,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cal Tjader,
Don Cherry,
Masters at Work,
John Coltrane,
The Remains,
Bill Wells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Selecter,
The Fall,
Radio Birdman,
Crime,
The Monks,
Black Sheep,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smoke,
Kevin Saunderson,
OOIOO,
Sarah Menescal,
Toni Rubio,
Radiohead,
The Moody Blues,
Organ,
Henry Cow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Mars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Faraquet,
The Doors,
Mission of Burma,
Flash Fearless,
Cameo,
Kaleidoscope,
Fat Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Echospace,
Outsiders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Icehouse,
Robert Görl,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barrington Levy,
Schoolly D,
Agent Orange,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.