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 Botswana and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Can to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alison Limerick,
Youth Brigade,
Sarah Menescal,
Whodini,
The Moody Blues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swell Maps,
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hot Snakes,
Q and Not U,
Radiopuhelimet,
Altered Images,
Sun City Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gichy Dan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tommy Roe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marvin Gaye,
Visage,
the Association,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
John Holt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Residents,
The Stooges,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Depeche Mode,
Reagan Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neu!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Negative Approach,
Man Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sandy B,
Babytalk,
the Swans,
Mars,
Country Teasers,
Ludus,
The Count Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
London Community Gospel Choir,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.