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 Portugal and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Gang Dance to the crunk 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Guru Guru,
Bill Near,
The Young Rascals,
Faust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Darondo,
Derrick May,
Metal Thangz,
KRS-One,
Quantec,
Terry Callier,
The Count Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Y Pants,
LL Cool J,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp,
Wings,
Fear,
Althea and Donna,
Animal Collective,
Brass Construction,
Gang Starr,
Swell Maps,
Henry Cow,
Tropical Tobacco,
OOIOO,
Rakim,
E-Dancer,
The Victims,
JFA,
John Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Sex Pistols,
Crash Course in Science,
Lungfish,
10cc,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
UT,
the Normal,
Gang of Four,
Ohio Players,
Joe Smooth,
Cybotron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Bourne,
Delta 5,
T. Rex,
Erasure,
Subhumans,
U.S. Maple,
Das Ding,
Basic Channel,
Monolake,
Albert Ayler,
Roxette,
Toni Rubio,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.