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 Thailand and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 KRS-One to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Icehouse,
Arthur Verocai,
Rites of Spring,
Suicide,
Toni Rubio,
The Vogues,
Outsiders,
Soft Machine,
Nils Olav,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flipper,
The Gladiators,
The Invisible,
The Blackbyrds,
Smog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angry Samoans,
Barbara Tucker,
Barry Ungar,
The Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
The Real Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Golliwogs,
Blancmange,
Soulsonic Force,
Visage,
Ohio Players,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Stooges,
China Crisis,
Scion,
The Residents,
Simply Red,
Mars,
Wolf Eyes,
X-101,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scrapy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swell Maps,
The Misunderstood,
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron,
MC5,
Little Man,
Unrelated Segments,
Delta 5,
Second Layer,
Donny Hathaway,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris Corsano,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.