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 Micronesia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Livin' Joy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Infiniti,
The Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Althea and Donna,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Busters,
Joy Division,
Barclay James Harvest,
PIL,
Dave Gahan,
Max Romeo,
Crash Course in Science,
B.T. Express,
Gang Green,
Zero Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deakin,
Mars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalann,
Marc Almond,
The Divine Comedy,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
EPMD,
Sight & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June of 44,
Buzzcocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Monolake,
Average White Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T. Rex,
Camberwell Now,
Man Parrish,
Neu!,
The Trojans,
Schoolly D,
Funkadelic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visage,
Stereo Dub,
Motorama,
The Index,
Eddi Front,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.