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 China and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
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 guitar 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 Derrick Morgan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alison Limerick,
Nik Kershaw,
MDC,
The Gun Club,
Rod Modell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rites of Spring,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barrington Levy,
Niagra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ludus,
David Bowie,
Bobby Womack,
Funky Four + One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maleditus Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Fatback Band,
Jacques Brel,
Stiv Bators,
The Birthday Party,
Pierre Henry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Cale,
Gong,
Junior Murvin,
Lakeside,
The Wake,
The Velvet Underground,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
10cc,
UT,
Neu!,
Erasure,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra,
Heaven 17,
Mo-Dettes,
Smog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Colin Newman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fluxion,
Piero Umiliani,
Ponytail,
Adolescents,
Freddie Wadling,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Green,
Harry Pussy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Y Pants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Babytalk,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.