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 Romania and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Trojans 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The American Breed,
Rosa Yemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
New Age Steppers,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Görl,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cramps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alphaville,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Trojans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bronski Beat,
Alton Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers,
The Move,
Godley & Creme,
Porter Ricks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eurythmics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Jacques Brel,
Eddi Front,
Lungfish,
Black Moon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alison Limerick,
Pussy Galore,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wire,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare,
Max Romeo,
Scion,
Sparks,
Pagans,
Inner City,
Anakelly,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deadbeat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Germs,
Whodini,
Von Mondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magma,
The Dirtbombs,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.