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 Brazil and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
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 guitar 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the jazz 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
KRS-One,
Iggy Pop,
Erykah Badu,
The Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Danielle Patucci,
Wire,
Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
cv313,
Excepter,
Scrapy,
Crash Course in Science,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yusef Lateef,
Marine Girls,
DJ Style,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boz Scaggs,
Tears for Fears,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Trojans,
kango's stein massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Barracudas,
Thee Headcoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Kinks,
Scion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Buckinghams,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cymande,
David McCallum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
La Düsseldorf,
Mantronix,
The Residents,
Sparks,
Soulsonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Qualms,
Moebius,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker,
X-Ray Spex,
Morten Harket,
Tom Boy,
Peter & Gordon,
the Normal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pop Group,
The Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Visage,
The Victims,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.