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 Ghana 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the dance 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dark Day,
Eddi Front,
the Slits,
Ten City,
The Last Poets,
Dave Gahan,
Accadde A,
The Selecter,
X-102,
the Swans,
Jawbox,
Faust,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Albert Ayler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Parry Music,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt,
Bad Manners,
Stetsasonic,
In Retrospect,
Pylon,
Freddie Wadling,
Mandrill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Rakim,
Oneida,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lungfish,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultravox,
DJ Style,
Loose Ends,
Jacob Miller,
Davy DMX,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Television,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Livin' Joy,
Brothers Johnson,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lindisfarne,
Sonic Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
One Last Wish,
Outsiders,
Minnie Riperton,
Carl Craig,
John Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Talk Talk,
Tom Boy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.