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 Albania 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Buckinghams to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Jawbox,
Wolf Eyes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Wake,
Tubeway Army,
Black Moon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Hood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eve St. Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Janne Schatter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gladiators,
Television Personalities,
Wire,
Eurythmics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fat Boys,
Mr. Review,
Average White Band,
Qualms,
Pulsallama,
John Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Fifty Foot Hose,
R.M.O.,
Freddie Wadling,
Sound Behaviour,
Angry Samoans,
X-Ray Spex,
Warsaw,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
Junior Murvin,
Mars,
Maleditus Sound,
Slave,
The Standells,
This Heat,
Moss Icon,
Silicon Teens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terry Callier,
Cymande,
Donald Byrd,
The Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Erykah Badu,
The Motions,
Harmonia,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.