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 Paraguay and from London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the techno 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Tremeloes,
Malaria!,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
Easy Going,
Man Eating Sloth,
Audionom,
Andrew Hill,
Black Moon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fela Kuti,
D'Angelo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sam Rivers,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slackers,
Kas Product,
Half Japanese,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Residents,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alice Coltrane,
Josef K,
The Busters,
The Monks,
Fugazi,
Ultra Naté,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Don Cherry,
Kurtis Blow,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Lydon,
Alphaville,
EPMD,
Boredoms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sight & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Pussy Galore,
Lalann,
Avey Tare,
Byron Stingily,
Steve Hackett,
The Young Rascals,
Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed,
Erykah Badu,
Circle Jerks,
Infiniti,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.