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 Namibia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 funk 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Underground Resistance,
Warren Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eddi Front,
Arcadia,
Scientists,
David McCallum,
Zero Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Thee Headcoats,
Fela Kuti,
Monolake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Roxy Music,
Circle Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Motorama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vladislav Delay,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Audionom,
Bluetip,
Infiniti,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed,
The Names,
The Mummies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barry Ungar,
Alice Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantytec,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rosa Yemen,
The Stooges,
Nirvana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tres Demented,
The Offenders,
Schoolly D,
the Bar-Kays,
The Leaves,
Dave Gahan,
Skaos,
The United States of America,
James White and The Blacks,
Barrington Levy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Human League,
Kayak,
AZ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick Morgan,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.