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 Turkey and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Clear Light to the grime 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Judy Mowatt,
Davy DMX,
Duran Duran,
The Dead C,
James White and The Blacks,
Altered Images,
Chrome,
Royal Trux,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Das Ding,
Radio Birdman,
Jawbox,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Clarke,
The Barracudas,
Deepchord,
Siglo XX,
Icehouse,
The Cramps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tears for Fears,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fugazi,
Bill Wells,
Bad Manners,
Cheater Slicks,
Rakim,
ABBA,
Terry Callier,
The Sisters of Mercy,
China Crisis,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faraquet,
The Gladiators,
Easy Going,
Pagans,
Stiv Bators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerri Chandler,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Iggy Pop,
Camberwell Now,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smoke,
Black Flag,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heaven 17,
Quantec,
the Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Age Steppers,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.