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 Malaysia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Erasure to the electroclash 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Vainqueur,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Piero Umiliani,
Lyres,
Camberwell Now,
Skriet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fall,
Los Fastidios,
Outsiders,
Franke,
Ituana,
Kayak,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Busters,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
10cc,
Banda Bassotti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rites of Spring,
Gichy Dan,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick May,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacob Miller,
Nas,
Delta 5,
Sandy B,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
EPMD,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
KRS-One,
T. Rex,
Monks,
The Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Au Pairs,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Flag,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faraquet,
The Doobie Brothers,
David McCallum,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rekid,
R.M.O.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Colin Newman,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.