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 United States and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Fire Engines,
Magma,
Ludus,
The Golliwogs,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jawbox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Absolute Body Control,
Drexciya,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neu!,
Fluxion,
John Lydon,
Ice-T,
Metal Thangz,
The Martian,
Darondo,
Rakim,
Camouflage,
Blossom Toes,
The Selecter,
Country Teasers,
Hardrive,
Sam Rivers,
Mantronix,
The Modern Lovers,
Von Mondo,
Brand Nubian,
Make Up,
James White and The Blacks,
The Young Rascals,
Gang of Four,
Procol Harum,
Wally Richardson,
Joyce Sims,
The Wake,
Rapeman,
Erykah Badu,
The Skatalites,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Motorama,
Idris Muhammad,
Japan,
Tom Boy,
Janne Schatter,
Ituana,
Mo-Dettes,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Fraelich,
Wasted Youth,
Surgeon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harry Pussy,
Magazine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Don Cherry,
Little Man,
Ultimate Spinach,
Newcleus,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.