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 Cyprus and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Birthday Party to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Procol Harum,
Newcleus,
Audionom,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Schoolly D,
Morten Harket,
Derrick Morgan,
Sandy B,
Roger Hodgson,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Pole,
Matthew Halsall,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Adolescents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David McCallum,
Black Sheep,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Iggy Pop,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Interpol,
Skarface,
Funky Four + One,
The Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-101,
Quando Quango,
Pantaleimon,
Groovy Waters,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
Young Marble Giants,
Kayak,
The Standells,
Severed Heads,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terry Callier,
Black Pus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispian St. Peters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
a-ha,
Andrew Hill,
Inner City,
Porter Ricks,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
Y Pants,
The Neon Judgement,
Das Ding,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.