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 Slovakia and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Goldenarms to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Clear Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Animal Collective,
Ten City,
the Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-101,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonic Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Camouflage,
Negative Approach,
The Velvet Underground,
Fad Gadget,
John Holt,
Barry Ungar,
Quadrant,
The Tremeloes,
Marine Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Hood,
New Age Steppers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wire,
Suburban Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
10cc,
Joensuu 1685,
The Zeros,
Lindisfarne,
Franke,
Amon Düül,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Blossom Toes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Royal Trux,
Henry Cow,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Subhumans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
Lakeside,
The Fortunes,
Tubeway Army,
The Gories,
Siglo XX,
Ponytail,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.