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 Japan and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Halsall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Index,
Lyres,
Clear Light,
The Evens,
Subhumans,
Roxette,
Black Sheep,
Beasts of Bourbon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MC5,
Amazonics,
The Count Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alison Limerick,
Colin Newman,
Kenny Larkin,
Inner City,
Eric Copeland,
Terry Callier,
Aloha Tigers,
Slave,
Harmonia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Green,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
Aswad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Modern Lovers,
The Searchers,
Flipper,
Howard Jones,
The Remains,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minutemen,
Flash Fearless,
The Raincoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Infiniti,
Joey Negro,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ice-T,
Technova,
Bronski Beat,
K-Klass,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronan,
Skarface,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun City Girls,
Darondo,
Donald Byrd,
World's Most,
Rites of Spring,
The Angels of Light,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.