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 Nicaragua and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Intrusion to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Janne Schatter,
The J.B.'s,
The Toasters,
Junior Murvin,
Das Ding,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mr. Review,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacques Brel,
Altered Images,
cv313,
Sam Rivers,
One Last Wish,
E-Dancer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Parry Music,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Near,
Sonic Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brass Construction,
H. Thieme,
Ronan,
John Lydon,
Ken Boothe,
Scion,
The Fortunes,
Dual Sessions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masters at Work,
Charles Mingus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grauzone,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Flag,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siglo XX,
Bizarre Inc.,
China Crisis,
Cecil Taylor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Kaleidoscope,
Outsiders,
The Happenings,
World's Most,
Maleditus Sound,
Accadde A,
Camouflage,
Q65,
U.S. Maple,
The Slackers,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.