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 El Salvador and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Outsiders to the rap 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Circle Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barbara Tucker,
Godley & Creme,
John Holt,
Swell Maps,
Whodini,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
World's Most,
kango's stein massive,
Quantec,
Cal Tjader,
Howard Jones,
The Cure,
Rekid,
Sex Pistols,
Pulsallama,
Hot Snakes,
Mr. Review,
Black Pus,
Wire,
The Seeds,
John Foxx,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cramps,
ABBA,
Josef K,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Offenders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
The Music Machine,
Simply Red,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boredoms,
The American Breed,
cv313,
The Skatalites,
Eric Dolphy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun City Girls,
Alphaville,
Ludus,
Letta Mbulu,
Anthony Braxton,
New Age Steppers,
Popol Vuh,
Mark Hollis,
Fat Boys,
The Birthday Party,
The Index,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fall,
Smog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.