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 Ivory Coast and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yellowson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Byrd,
Monks,
Cameo,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Clarke,
Dead Boys,
Pylon,
The Leaves,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flipper,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Standells,
Gong,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ornette Coleman,
Eve St. Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Newcleus,
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
Pantytec,
Gang Green,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neu!,
Yusef Lateef,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Easy Going,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Searchers,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Pussy Galore,
Severed Heads,
Curtis Mayfield,
The United States of America,
Drive Like Jehu,
Junior Murvin,
Lyres,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nirvana,
The Five Americans,
The Residents,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Parrish,
Altered Images,
Chris & Cosey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Organ,
Lou Reed,
the Swans,
the Sonics,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.