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 Ecuador and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Interpol to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Mission of Burma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Whodini,
Mo-Dettes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers,
Marine Girls,
Faust,
Groovy Waters,
Yellowson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marmalade,
The Zeros,
The Techniques,
Sexual Harrassment,
UT,
Susan Cadogan,
The Names,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Metal Thangz,
Leonard Cohen,
The Residents,
T. Rex,
June of 44,
Minutemen,
Junior Murvin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rites of Spring,
U.S. Maple,
June Days,
Public Image Ltd.,
K-Klass,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare,
Joe Finger,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Excepter,
Icehouse,
Ronnie Foster,
Tres Demented,
Trumans Water,
Kenny Larkin,
The Modern Lovers,
Desert Stars,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pierre Henry,
Letta Mbulu,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.