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 Solomon Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Gories to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cramps,
John Holt,
Fatback Band,
Tears for Fears,
Aloha Tigers,
Tres Demented,
Davy DMX,
Alison Limerick,
David Bowie,
The Sonics,
The Gories,
Bluetip,
Bob Dylan,
The Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erasure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sällskapet,
The Smiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Idris Muhammad,
Kayak,
Kas Product,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
U.S. Maple,
Prince Buster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Moon,
MC5,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q and Not U,
Max Romeo,
Nas,
The Trojans,
Anakelly,
The Seeds,
Guru Guru,
World's Most,
The Index,
Depeche Mode,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terry Callier,
Circle Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Invisible,
Ice-T,
New Age Steppers,
Sam Rivers,
Dawn Penn,
Nirvana,
Kenny Larkin,
Aaron Thompson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bauhaus,
China Crisis,
Ornette Coleman,
Al Stewart,
Sister Nancy,
Magazine,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.