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 Tuvalu 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
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 snare 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 Loose Ends to the grime 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Bobby Byrd,
Moebius,
Television Personalities,
The Leaves,
New Age Steppers,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Lalann,
The Black Dice,
Unrelated Segments,
Sexual Harrassment,
Iggy Pop,
Black Moon,
DNA,
Grauzone,
Alton Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Litter,
Animal Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Qualms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Outsiders,
Bob Dylan,
Deakin,
Neu!,
Quadrant,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smoke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
OOIOO,
Siglo XX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mo-Dettes,
New York Dolls,
Ituana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Malaria!,
Brothers Johnson,
Slick Rick,
D'Angelo,
Moss Icon,
Fat Boys,
Robert Hood,
The Beau Brummels,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Buckinghams,
KRS-One,
The Saints,
The Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Toni Rubio,
Susan Cadogan,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fuzztones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.