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 Israel and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Roxy Music to the crunk 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale 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?
Ossler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bob Dylan,
Peter & Gordon,
The Toasters,
Gong,
Ronan,
Pole,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Womack,
The Moleskins,
Ultra Naté,
Zero Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Searchers,
Jeff Lynne,
Skarface,
Cybotron,
Robert Görl,
Tim Buckley,
Aural Exciters,
Prince Buster,
The Standells,
Von Mondo,
Tres Demented,
Suicide,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Pierre Henry,
Quando Quango,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Animal Collective,
Delta 5,
Dual Sessions,
The Techniques,
The Birthday Party,
Stiv Bators,
The Gun Club,
Alton Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
a-ha,
June of 44,
Eve St. Jones,
David Bowie,
The Gladiators,
The Last Poets,
Sonny Sharrock,
Desert Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Altered Images,
Juan Atkins,
Mission of Burma,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fuzztones,
Khruangbin,
UT,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.