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 Libya and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Shadows of Knight to the funk 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suicide,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Skatalites,
Josef K,
Barrington Levy,
The Pretty Things,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultravox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Make Up,
Angry Samoans,
Dead Boys,
Whodini,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tears for Fears,
Kurtis Blow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The United States of America,
Hoover,
Spoonie Gee,
The Golliwogs,
Janne Schatter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monks,
The J.B.'s,
The Smiths,
PIL,
The Slits,
Organ,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mojo Men,
Delta 5,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erasure,
Davy DMX,
Section 25,
The Beau Brummels,
James White and The Blacks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Metal Thangz,
H. Thieme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
a-ha,
The Fall,
Michelle Simonal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.