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 Colombia and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
In Retrospect,
The Smiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Second Layer,
Ultravox,
Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Technova,
Amon Düül II,
Youth Brigade,
Black Sheep,
Hoover,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Golliwogs,
Sällskapet,
ABC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
U.S. Maple,
Joey Negro,
The Young Rascals,
Wire,
The Angels of Light,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agitation Free,
Yaz,
Siglo XX,
The Barracudas,
Gong,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ituana,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Near,
John Lydon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Hill,
Rekid,
Jacques Brel,
Pierre Henry,
Make Up,
The Techniques,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Henry Cow,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tres Demented,
New Age Steppers,
Faust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Association,
Howard Jones,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.