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 Guinea 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 The Blues Magoos to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Boz Scaggs,
Jandek,
the Association,
Babytalk,
Jeff Mills,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick Morgan,
Accadde A,
Henry Cow,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül,
Qualms,
The Evens,
Junior Murvin,
Connie Case,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sällskapet,
The Real Kids,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
John Lydon,
Bobby Sherman,
Slick Rick,
cv313,
Icehouse,
Television,
Neu!,
Warren Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Raincoats,
Goldenarms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiohead,
The Fall,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Rundgren,
The Martian,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-102,
Bobby Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Von Mondo,
Minutemen,
Livin' Joy,
Eurythmics,
Los Fastidios,
PIL,
Oblivians,
Hot Snakes,
Sun City Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Supertramp,
Procol Harum,
kango's stein massive,
10cc,
Dual Sessions,
The Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter and Kerry,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.