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 Denmark and from New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 These Immortal Souls to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ohio Players,
Lightning Bolt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mo-Dettes,
Pagans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maurizio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
Archie Shepp,
Ossler,
Chris & Cosey,
Fear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T.S.O.L.,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
the Germs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barry Ungar,
The Martian,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slackers,
The Sound,
The Busters,
Arcadia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lungfish,
The Skatalites,
La Düsseldorf,
Urselle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
the Soft Cell,
Television,
Joe Smooth,
Accadde A,
Josef K,
Fugazi,
Rod Modell,
John Lydon,
Crooked Eye,
The New Christs,
The Grass Roots,
Ultravox,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gun Club,
the Sonics,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.