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 Cyprus and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
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 spring reverb 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 Barclay James Harvest to the disco 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Minutemen,
Aural Exciters,
Gichy Dan,
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
Suburban Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Clarke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alphaville,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joyce Sims,
Drexciya,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
The Golliwogs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Machine,
Hardrive,
E-Dancer,
Pussy Galore,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Audionom,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Görl,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blancmange,
Connie Case,
Ossler,
John Foxx,
Pantaleimon,
Mark Hollis,
Alton Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
The Victims,
Prince Buster,
Shoche,
Lindisfarne,
Simply Red,
Tommy Roe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delta 5,
Marc Almond,
Silicon Teens,
Agent Orange,
The Saints,
Bush Tetras,
Make Up,
The Cowsills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül,
John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.