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 Namibia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 The Star Department to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Zeros,
Junior Murvin,
FM Einheit,
Mad Mike,
Janne Schatter,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Malaria!,
Radio Birdman,
The Cowsills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun City Girls,
B.T. Express,
Ituana,
Talk Talk,
Fear,
Heaven 17,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Stooges,
Deadbeat,
The Gladiators,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Copeland,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Smooth,
John Lydon,
Eric Dolphy,
Blancmange,
Bill Near,
Nik Kershaw,
Juan Atkins,
Dawn Penn,
Sugar Minott,
Pylon,
Pole,
Japan,
Ken Boothe,
Swell Maps,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Mills,
These Immortal Souls,
The Skatalites,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terry Callier,
Toni Rubio,
The Techniques,
Qualms,
UT,
The Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blackbyrds,
Quantec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.