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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Don Cherry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics 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?
The Zeros,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rosa Yemen,
Danielle Patucci,
X-Ray Spex,
Von Mondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pulsallama,
Q and Not U,
Tim Buckley,
Dark Day,
The Slackers,
Mad Mike,
Animal Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Fatback Band,
The Buckinghams,
Dave Gahan,
Minor Threat,
Archie Shepp,
the Germs,
Yellowson,
Magma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül,
MDC,
Severed Heads,
Scrapy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Real Kids,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moebius,
Das Ding,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nirvana,
Liliput,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aswad,
Matthew Halsall,
John Cale,
The Pop Group,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Green,
In Retrospect,
Supertramp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scion,
JFA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Goldenarms,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bronski Beat,
Angry Samoans,
Joyce Sims,
Toni Rubio,
Minny Pops,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Easy Going,
Deadbeat,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.