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 Afghanistan 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Thee Headcoats to the punk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Accadde A,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Groovy Waters,
kango's stein massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Marmalade,
Magazine,
Sight & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Almond,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
Lungfish,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Sneak,
Bauhaus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Eating Sloth,
Loose Ends,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gong,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cluster,
Robert Wyatt,
Supertramp,
Bad Manners,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suicide,
Talk Talk,
Underground Resistance,
Max Romeo,
Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Albert Ayler,
A Certain Ratio,
Mr. Review,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Malaria!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kas Product,
Nik Kershaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Ludus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Metal Thangz,
Fatback Band,
Skarface,
The Raincoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Modern Lovers,
Sandy B,
The Wake,
Matthew Bourne,
Funkadelic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.