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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Robert Palmer 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 Cluster to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Move,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zapp,
Althea and Donna,
The Evens,
The Offenders,
In Retrospect,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scan 7,
The Neon Judgement,
A Certain Ratio,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lakeside,
John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
UT,
Kenny Larkin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlback,
Audionom,
Smog,
New Age Steppers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smiths,
Gang Green,
Josef K,
Iggy Pop,
Steve Hackett,
Royal Trux,
The Modern Lovers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brothers Johnson,
Liliput,
Ponytail,
Ituana,
David Bowie,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Slits,
Television,
The Kinks,
Siglo XX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Holt,
The Remains,
Derrick Morgan,
Ludus,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hot Snakes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rod Modell,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh,
Thee Headcoats,
Michelle Simonal,
Marmalade,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.