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 Comoros and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Black Bananas to the funk 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monks,
Crime,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
The Toasters,
Franke,
Parry Music,
Ultravox,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Detroit Cobras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Depeche Mode,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lightning Bolt,
The Offenders,
Crash Course in Science,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
48th St. Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Scrapy,
Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Au Pairs,
The Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fugs,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
Von Mondo,
Loose Ends,
Fad Gadget,
Tres Demented,
Cameo,
Schoolly D,
The Kinks,
Bronski Beat,
Fluxion,
Buzzcocks,
The Misunderstood,
Scion,
The Modern Lovers,
Ludus,
Sandy B,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yusef Lateef,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacques Brel,
Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eurythmics,
Popol Vuh,
LL Cool J,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.