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 Ireland and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Saints to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Jandek,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Techniques,
Soulsonic Force,
Q65,
The Busters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
Blancmange,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
LL Cool J,
Peter and Kerry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Rakim,
PIL,
Guru Guru,
Shoche,
Sexual Harrassment,
Royal Trux,
Newcleus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
L. Decosne,
Bad Manners,
Fugazi,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Connie Case,
U.S. Maple,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hoover,
Harmonia,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nirvana,
Neu!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Count Five,
Model 500,
Black Moon,
Scientists,
The Neon Judgement,
The Real Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dawn Penn,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Carl Craig,
Monks,
ABC,
The Doors,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.