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 Cyprus and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Motorama to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fuzztones,
The Victims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Smog,
Accadde A,
Infiniti,
Shoche,
the Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Ronan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Judy Mowatt,
Yazoo,
Clear Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moody Blues,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Copeland,
Radio Birdman,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Happenings,
The Offenders,
The Zeros,
KRS-One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grauzone,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Barracudas,
Morten Harket,
Youth Brigade,
Skriet,
Michelle Simonal,
The Residents,
LL Cool J,
Bob Dylan,
Gerry Rafferty,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed,
E-Dancer,
The Pretty Things,
David McCallum,
June of 44,
New Order,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter and Kerry,
Barbara Tucker,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.