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 Italy and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Youth Brigade,
Letta Mbulu,
Slave,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nico,
Chris Corsano,
The Kinks,
Audionom,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scratch Acid,
the Germs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dead C,
Newcleus,
Kayak,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
Marine Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-101,
The Grass Roots,
Tommy Roe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Görl,
The Stooges,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxy Music,
Vainqueur,
Guru Guru,
Second Layer,
Suicide,
The Buckinghams,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Almond,
Rotary Connection,
Sugar Minott,
Bluetip,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Parrish,
The Smoke,
T.S.O.L.,
Deepchord,
Sonic Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Davy DMX,
Quando Quango,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Max Romeo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Pus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Technova,
Girls At Our Best!,
Japan,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.