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 Uzbekistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Normal to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Television,
Aswad,
The Smoke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter and Kerry,
Moebius,
The Real Kids,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents,
Byron Stingily,
The Monks,
Fatback Band,
The Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bush Tetras,
Lightning Bolt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
10cc,
Angry Samoans,
Eli Mardock,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sight & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
JFA,
OOIOO,
Young Marble Giants,
The Last Poets,
Con Funk Shun,
Clear Light,
Wally Richardson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Görl,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T.S.O.L.,
Fad Gadget,
Main Source,
Sun City Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Duran Duran,
The Standells,
The Slackers,
Black Pus,
Wings,
Gong,
Nik Kershaw,
Tres Demented,
This Heat,
Black Bananas,
Mark Hollis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fugs,
Carl Craig,
the Swans,
Anakelly,
The Offenders,
The Sound,
The Cowsills,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Guru Guru,
Negative Approach,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.