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 Philippines and from London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Neu! to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Idris Muhammad,
Royal Trux,
Pylon,
Don Cherry,
Underground Resistance,
Inner City,
Accadde A,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacob Miller,
Sällskapet,
Erasure,
The Star Department,
The Slackers,
John Cale,
Sun Ra,
New Age Steppers,
Chris Corsano,
Cheater Slicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Stooges,
Moss Icon,
Bronski Beat,
Maleditus Sound,
Icehouse,
Crash Course in Science,
Yellowson,
Ossler,
Jandek,
Glenn Branca,
a-ha,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minor Threat,
Main Source,
Basic Channel,
Public Enemy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ken Boothe,
Darondo,
New York Dolls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moebius,
Colin Newman,
Camouflage,
Qualms,
The Mummies,
Soulsonic Force,
Rakim,
Visage,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.