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 Barbados and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 The Index to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Delta 5,
Joe Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Mantronix,
The Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
The Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Ralphi Rosario,
World's Most,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glenn Branca,
The Cramps,
Blossom Toes,
The Gladiators,
Donny Hathaway,
Goldenarms,
Accadde A,
Dead Boys,
The Vogues,
Matthew Bourne,
DNA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Saccharine Trust,
The Residents,
Visage,
Janne Schatter,
Shoche,
Reuben Wilson,
Joensuu 1685,
Wasted Youth,
Ludus,
The Divine Comedy,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Eve St. Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blackbyrds,
Morten Harket,
Tropical Tobacco,
Darondo,
Suicide,
Sonny Sharrock,
Urselle,
Roger Hodgson,
Q and Not U,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radio Birdman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slackers,
Fugazi,
Sound Behaviour,
Babytalk,
Sonic Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faraquet,
Adolescents,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.