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 Czech Republic and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minnie Riperton to the funk 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Alphaville,
The Misunderstood,
Donny Hathaway,
UT,
Rotary Connection,
Bauhaus,
T. Rex,
Blake Baxter,
The Knickerbockers,
Toni Rubio,
Funky Four + One,
The Standells,
Chrome,
Archie Shepp,
Al Stewart,
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Martian,
MC5,
Crime,
Schoolly D,
Inner City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Technova,
The Fugs,
Pulsallama,
Alice Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Pus,
Franke,
Bootsy Collins,
Hot Snakes,
Index,
Infiniti,
Mandrill,
The Divine Comedy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
CMW,
Excepter,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül,
Talk Talk,
The Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Urselle,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Halsall,
DNA,
Trumans Water,
Radiohead,
Barrington Levy,
Metal Thangz,
Arcadia,
Harmonia,
Rapeman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.