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 Comoros and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Babytalk to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Dark Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Morten Harket,
Interpol,
The Moody Blues,
Guru Guru,
Skriet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Knickerbockers,
Neu!,
Al Stewart,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Smooth,
The Toasters,
Cal Tjader,
Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liliput,
the Germs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dawn Penn,
Chris & Cosey,
Boredoms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Lyres,
Mars,
Faust,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Easy Going,
Symarip,
Skarface,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Teasers,
Youth Brigade,
Crooked Eye,
World's Most,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
The Black Dice,
Unwound,
Monolake,
Warsaw,
Fear,
New Order,
Harry Pussy,
Main Source,
The Smiths,
The Saints,
Ice-T,
Subhumans,
Dead Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minnie Riperton,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.