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 Belarus and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Pole to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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?
Faraquet,
The Pretty Things,
Model 500,
Warren Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pussy Galore,
the Human League,
Bill Wells,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Dolphy,
Y Pants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Interpol,
The Fortunes,
The Martian,
Rotary Connection,
The Move,
Quando Quango,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harry Pussy,
Funkadelic,
Jacob Miller,
Rod Modell,
Wolf Eyes,
Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Subhumans,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul II Soul,
Godley & Creme,
Sparks,
Aloha Tigers,
Hardrive,
Angry Samoans,
Scrapy,
Gang Starr,
Guru Guru,
Nico,
Mo-Dettes,
Marvin Gaye,
Skriet,
The Monks,
The Remains,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick Morgan,
Toni Rubio,
New Order,
Ludus,
Blossom Toes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Japan,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Raincoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smoke,
Chris Corsano,
Minutemen,
R.M.O.,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.