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 Luxembourg and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Blackbyrds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
KRS-One,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blackbyrds,
New Order,
La Düsseldorf,
The Walker Brothers,
Nico,
Marvin Gaye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Star Department,
Kaleidoscope,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Bananas,
Zapp,
Crime,
Letta Mbulu,
Rakim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Green,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Slick Rick,
Funkadelic,
Dennis Brown,
The Pop Group,
Jacob Miller,
Sonic Youth,
Silicon Teens,
D'Angelo,
Jandek,
The Mummies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
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Fat Boys,
Amazonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Brand Nubian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Womack,
Agitation Free,
Y Pants,
Ten City,
Sister Nancy,
Motorama,
Erykah Badu,
Drexciya,
The Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Fad Gadget,
Heaven 17,
Underground Resistance,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.