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 Ethiopia and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Newcleus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rotary Connection,
Masters at Work,
Bob Dylan,
Prince Buster,
World's Most,
Amon Düül,
D'Angelo,
Joy Division,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hashim,
Rites of Spring,
A Certain Ratio,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gun Club,
Pere Ubu,
Morten Harket,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Fugazi,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Babytalk,
Nik Kershaw,
Stereo Dub,
The Cure,
Von Mondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalann,
Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Gong,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smiths,
Maleditus Sound,
New York Dolls,
Mark Hollis,
Ronnie Foster,
Siglo XX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Niagra,
Erasure,
Essential Logic,
H. Thieme,
Hasil Adkins,
Kenny Larkin,
E-Dancer,
John Holt,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.