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 Belgium and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Michelle Simonal to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Bourne,
Lungfish,
Pole,
Fear,
Yaz,
Jacques Brel,
The Techniques,
The Star Department,
Talk Talk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris & Cosey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
CMW,
Sun City Girls,
Agent Orange,
Joe Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Graham Central Station,
The Victims,
Mission of Burma,
Tom Boy,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sarah Menescal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Buzzcocks,
Clear Light,
The Fugs,
Deadbeat,
The Moleskins,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick Morgan,
The Modern Lovers,
John Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Jacob Miller,
Skriet,
Anakelly,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gap Band,
The Mojo Men,
Crooked Eye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dave Clark Five,
Von Mondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Icehouse,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.