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 Algeria and from Taipei.
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 Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Second Layer to the grunge 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fluxion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter & Gordon,
Khruangbin,
This Heat,
Young Marble Giants,
The Real Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mark Hollis,
Soulsonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Skriet,
Public Enemy,
Moebius,
Ken Boothe,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Second Layer,
The Gap Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tears for Fears,
X-102,
Schoolly D,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doors,
Todd Rundgren,
Tres Demented,
Essential Logic,
Colin Newman,
Deadbeat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dorothy Ashby,
AZ,
Byron Stingily,
Gong,
Pagans,
E-Dancer,
Au Pairs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Almond,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pere Ubu,
Niagra,
Goldenarms,
June of 44,
Glambeats Corp.,
FM Einheit,
Half Japanese,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.