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 Switzerland and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Gang Green to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
Hashim,
Loose Ends,
Masters at Work,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q65,
The Residents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ludus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sam Rivers,
Sight & Sound,
John Foxx,
Tres Demented,
Newcleus,
Bronski Beat,
Qualms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
Saccharine Trust,
Henry Cow,
Audionom,
Visage,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Sneak,
Rod Modell,
Groovy Waters,
Nico,
Lou Reed,
Roxy Music,
One Last Wish,
Laurel Aitken,
The Angels of Light,
The American Breed,
MC5,
Easy Going,
Heaven 17,
Trumans Water,
Jacob Miller,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yellowson,
Wally Richardson,
The Slackers,
Index,
Schoolly D,
The Barracudas,
Tim Buckley,
The Names,
Fugazi,
a-ha,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
June of 44,
John Lydon,
Colin Newman,
The Index,
Pantytec,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.