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 Andorra and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cybotron to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Heaven 17,
This Heat,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül,
Cheater Slicks,
Al Stewart,
Qualms,
Niagra,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brass Construction,
Oneida,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minny Pops,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Litter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
UT,
Minor Threat,
B.T. Express,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Red Krayola,
Supertramp,
Delta 5,
Minutemen,
Radio Birdman,
K-Klass,
The Fire Engines,
Deakin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Second Layer,
Cal Tjader,
FM Einheit,
Jawbox,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker,
Pantytec,
Hardrive,
Black Pus,
New York Dolls,
New Age Steppers,
The Blackbyrds,
Glenn Branca,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cramps,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Lynne,
Maleditus Sound,
Harmonia,
Dave Gahan,
Blake Baxter,
Adolescents,
Minnie Riperton,
The Music Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Bowie,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.