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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Kinks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Gang Starr,
Liliput,
FM Einheit,
Bad Manners,
Peter & Gordon,
The Invisible,
Reagan Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Age Steppers,
Ituana,
Donald Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joyce Sims,
Pantytec,
The Fall,
the Sonics,
Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zapp,
Gichy Dan,
Boz Scaggs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minor Threat,
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funkadelic,
Kerri Chandler,
John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ten City,
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Lynne,
Kaleidoscope,
Cybotron,
a-ha,
Quando Quango,
Robert Hood,
Lungfish,
Qualms,
Barrington Levy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delta 5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ponytail,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.