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 San Marino 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
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 clarinet 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Al Stewart,
The Neon Judgement,
Silicon Teens,
Whodini,
Howard Jones,
John Foxx,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reagan Youth,
The Remains,
Sandy B,
Country Teasers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visage,
Zapp,
Pylon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Standells,
Y Pants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MDC,
Faust,
Pagans,
Albert Ayler,
The Gap Band,
Half Japanese,
Au Pairs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
cv313,
Arthur Verocai,
The Invisible,
X-101,
The Associates,
Suburban Knight,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harmonia,
Flash Fearless,
Donald Byrd,
Main Source,
Sixth Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fortunes,
June Days,
Tommy Roe,
The Doors,
Glambeats Corp.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gong,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donny Hathaway,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy Collins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Newcleus,
AZ,
Moby Grape,
Little Man,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.