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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Monolake to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
the Swans,
Magma,
Peter and Kerry,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flipper,
The Knickerbockers,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiohead,
Zero Boys,
Marine Girls,
Robert Hood,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Germs,
Pussy Galore,
Delon & Dalcan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Red Krayola,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slackers,
Dave Gahan,
The Wake,
B.T. Express,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dark Day,
Piero Umiliani,
The Count Five,
Lakeside,
Sex Pistols,
The Techniques,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Au Pairs,
Quando Quango,
Hot Snakes,
Slave,
Underground Resistance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bush Tetras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mantronix,
Bill Near,
Agent Orange,
Ice-T,
David Bowie,
Janne Schatter,
Shuggie Otis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skriet,
Lebanon Hanover,
The United States of America,
Spandau Ballet,
Newcleus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MC5,
Yellowson,
Funkadelic,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.