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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nation of Ulysses to the jazz 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Rod Modell,
Roxy Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suicide,
The Saints,
La Düsseldorf,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul II Soul,
Traffic Nightmare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barrington Levy,
LL Cool J,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Accadde A,
10cc,
The Music Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Erykah Badu,
Isaac Hayes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fear,
Surgeon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bronski Beat,
The Cure,
Sandy B,
John Cale,
Wire,
The Star Department,
The Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Görl,
Shuggie Otis,
Absolute Body Control,
Fatback Band,
Crash Course in Science,
The Trojans,
Jacques Brel,
Rotary Connection,
Banda Bassotti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Desert Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hashim,
Sam Rivers,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Copeland,
Warsaw,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angry Samoans,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.