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 Micronesia and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
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 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 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 Cosmic Jokers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Robert Hood,
Yusef Lateef,
Joy Division,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Martian,
Johnny Osbourne,
PIL,
Soft Machine,
Deakin,
The Zeros,
Albert Ayler,
Freddie Wadling,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Don Cherry,
Moss Icon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dark Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Franke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tears for Fears,
kango's stein massive,
Adolescents,
Peter & Gordon,
The Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
UT,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moody Blues,
Donny Hathaway,
Sex Pistols,
Kaleidoscope,
Joyce Sims,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Busters,
Patti Smith,
The Star Department,
Gang Green,
Scientists,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suburban Knight,
Al Stewart,
Tubeway Army,
Moebius,
Soulsonic Force,
Audionom,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sam Rivers,
E-Dancer,
Buzzcocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Human League,
Radiohead,
Sällskapet,
The Real Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.