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 Belarus and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boz Scaggs to the funk 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Accadde A,
The Offenders,
Steve Hackett,
Ultra Naté,
Icehouse,
LL Cool J,
Intrusion,
Unwound,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Clarke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythm & Sound,
June Days,
The Monks,
Fatback Band,
Brick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brand Nubian,
Roxy Music,
The Dead C,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Neu!,
Stetsasonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ice-T,
Pere Ubu,
Oneida,
The American Breed,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fortunes,
Livin' Joy,
David Bowie,
Inner City,
Judy Mowatt,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Style,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
Maleditus Sound,
Hardrive,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Swans,
The Slits,
Goldenarms,
The Gladiators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Youth Brigade,
Flipper,
Amon Düül II,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.