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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the rock 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scrapy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flipper,
The Smoke,
Neu!,
Funkadelic,
Mad Mike,
PIL,
Roxy Music,
Country Teasers,
Accadde A,
LL Cool J,
Junior Murvin,
The Last Poets,
Vladislav Delay,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultravox,
Mark Hollis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Malaria!,
The Fortunes,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rod Modell,
EPMD,
Sonny Sharrock,
Duran Duran,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drexciya,
Technova,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Terry,
Althea and Donna,
New Age Steppers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visage,
The Toasters,
The Gladiators,
Marc Almond,
Aaron Thompson,
Au Pairs,
Minutemen,
The Angels of Light,
Pussy Galore,
The Pop Group,
Albert Ayler,
Shoche,
The Cure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalann,
Sonic Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Average White Band,
Dawn Penn,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.