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 Guatemala and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Porter Ricks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
the Association,
Bad Manners,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blues Magoos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fortunes,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camberwell Now,
Television Personalities,
AZ,
Khruangbin,
Maleditus Sound,
Duran Duran,
Slave,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tommy Roe,
Tres Demented,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radio Birdman,
The Trojans,
Banda Bassotti,
Von Mondo,
Half Japanese,
Groovy Waters,
Royal Trux,
Shuggie Otis,
Television,
Rotary Connection,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mission of Burma,
Man Parrish,
Q65,
Faust,
Basic Channel,
Altered Images,
David Axelrod,
MC5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hardrive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
In Retrospect,
Lebanon Hanover,
Michelle Simonal,
Monolake,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers,
Dead Boys,
Moebius,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Motorama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New York Dolls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Dolphy,
The Selecter,
OOIOO,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Neu!,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.