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 Georgia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Mark Hollis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
John Holt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ten City,
The Divine Comedy,
Eurythmics,
Little Man,
Accadde A,
kango's stein massive,
Moby Grape,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chrome,
Stockholm Monsters,
LL Cool J,
Young Marble Giants,
Make Up,
Idris Muhammad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delta 5,
Negative Approach,
PIL,
The New Christs,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang of Four,
The Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Man Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
The Dead C,
a-ha,
Fluxion,
Ponytail,
Whodini,
The Barracudas,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Second Layer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Mills,
Mo-Dettes,
Rufus Thomas,
Fat Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cameo,
Leonard Cohen,
The Busters,
The Cramps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The United States of America,
Sound Behaviour,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Womack,
Sun City Girls,
Cymande,
Black Sheep,
Marc Almond,
the Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.