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 Sierra Leone and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 the Sonics 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T. Rex,
Bootsy Collins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Steve Hackett,
The Cowsills,
Sparks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Neon Judgement,
The Tremeloes,
Bob Dylan,
Silicon Teens,
The Real Kids,
The Count Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Associates,
The New Christs,
48th St. Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
Icehouse,
Isaac Hayes,
La Düsseldorf,
Cluster,
Aaron Thompson,
The Birthday Party,
Franke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neu!,
Brand Nubian,
Mad Mike,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris Corsano,
Wolf Eyes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glenn Branca,
Wally Richardson,
The Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Funkadelic,
The Grass Roots,
Crooked Eye,
Q and Not U,
Black Flag,
Altered Images,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kas Product,
Roxette,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Surgeon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
The Fall,
Rekid,
Visage,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.