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 Latvia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 ABBA to the crunk 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sandy B,
Robert Görl,
These Immortal Souls,
Joy Division,
Camberwell Now,
Mo-Dettes,
Janne Schatter,
Hasil Adkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aswad,
Fatback Band,
Supertramp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magazine,
Joensuu 1685,
Boredoms,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Enemy,
Bill Near,
Sam Rivers,
Steve Hackett,
Roxy Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David McCallum,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Godley & Creme,
The Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Moon,
Kevin Saunderson,
F. McDonald,
the Germs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Charles Mingus,
Zero Boys,
Nirvana,
Lungfish,
The Smiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drexciya,
Suburban Knight,
Flipper,
the Swans,
The Monks,
The Last Poets,
New Order,
Pierre Henry,
Wire,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Womack,
Mr. Review,
Basic Channel,
The Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Qualms,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Freddie Wadling,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.