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 Philippines and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rock 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Evens,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Mills,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fear,
PIL,
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
Jacques Brel,
Black Sheep,
The Moody Blues,
Grauzone,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Associates,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun City Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agitation Free,
The Pop Group,
One Last Wish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Normal,
In Retrospect,
X-Ray Spex,
Donald Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Pagans,
cv313,
LL Cool J,
The Invisible,
Blancmange,
The Dead C,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Christie,
Moss Icon,
John Lydon,
Althea and Donna,
The Dirtbombs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Connie Case,
Grey Daturas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Animal Collective,
Bauhaus,
Albert Ayler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mr. Review,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monks,
Roxette,
The Modern Lovers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül,
Nas,
Janne Schatter,
Suburban Knight,
June of 44,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.