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 Guatemala and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun City Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Cheater Slicks,
Negative Approach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Modern Lovers,
The Standells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Womack,
Marshall Jefferson,
Banda Bassotti,
Hardrive,
Prince Buster,
The Trojans,
The Evens,
MDC,
Thee Headcoats,
Outsiders,
Altered Images,
Warsaw,
Andrew Hill,
Lower 48,
Yellowson,
Gang Green,
Aural Exciters,
Idris Muhammad,
David Axelrod,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Copeland,
Intrusion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Terry,
The Music Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rosa Yemen,
Interpol,
The Real Kids,
Suicide,
Oblivians,
Bronski Beat,
Basic Channel,
Youth Brigade,
Blake Baxter,
kango's stein massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Wells,
The Stooges,
Niagra,
Minutemen,
Swell Maps,
Erykah Badu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.