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 Egypt and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Darondo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Wire,
The Dirtbombs,
Harmonia,
The Cowsills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deadbeat,
Joe Finger,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Bourne,
Cymande,
Radio Birdman,
Oneida,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alison Limerick,
Amazonics,
Chrome,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Das Ding,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eurythmics,
Subhumans,
Pet Shop Boys,
UT,
Loose Ends,
The Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Copeland,
48th St. Collective,
Scientists,
The Cosmic Jokers,
D'Angelo,
MC5,
Marc Almond,
Roger Hodgson,
Unrelated Segments,
Blossom Toes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids,
The Mummies,
Chris Corsano,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare,
Brothers Johnson,
Reagan Youth,
The Names,
Neu!,
The Skatalites,
Wolf Eyes,
Warren Ellis,
Nils Olav,
The Knickerbockers,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.