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 Cuba 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Robert Palmer 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 Walker Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Sällskapet,
Das Ding,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cluster,
UT,
Josef K,
John Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Robert Görl,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Starr,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Shoche,
Outsiders,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Malaria!,
The Gories,
Warren Ellis,
Japan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Charles Mingus,
Chrome,
Jimmy McGriff,
Girls At Our Best!,
Niagra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Toni Rubio,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mad Mike,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Happenings,
The Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Marvin Gaye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Patti Smith,
The Black Dice,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Clarke,
Suicide,
Skriet,
Easy Going,
Carl Craig,
The Doors,
The Star Department,
Surgeon,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.