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 Ethiopia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABC to the punk 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Crooked Eye,
Au Pairs,
Visage,
The Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Subhumans,
Freddie Wadling,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pretty Things,
Camouflage,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-102,
Nils Olav,
Hot Snakes,
Gichy Dan,
Wire,
Henry Cow,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonic Youth,
Ponytail,
Wally Richardson,
R.M.O.,
The Fall,
Joe Smooth,
The Star Department,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Real Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lightning Bolt,
June Days,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Enemy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Style,
The United States of America,
The Moleskins,
cv313,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Kinks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Royal Trux,
The Invisible,
Shoche,
Darondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Khruangbin,
Alison Limerick,
Anakelly,
The Five Americans,
The Music Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swell Maps,
Underground Resistance,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.