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 United Kingdom and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Peter and Kerry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Make Up,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Green,
Yaz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Index,
Avey Tare,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fall,
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Piero Umiliani,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
Section 25,
Aloha Tigers,
Liliput,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Raincoats,
Sight & Sound,
John Holt,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cheater Slicks,
Barry Ungar,
The Selecter,
Kerri Chandler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Procol Harum,
The Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Little Man,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Moby Grape,
Eric Dolphy,
Aswad,
The Victims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
The Blackbyrds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Görl,
Royal Trux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bad Manners,
Wings,
Marine Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Wasted Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Slave,
Rakim,
Roxette,
Agent Orange,
Suicide,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.