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 Malawi and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Peter & Gordon,
Arcadia,
Main Source,
Pussy Galore,
B.T. Express,
Brass Construction,
Panda Bear,
Severed Heads,
Scientists,
Babytalk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sound,
Suicide,
Peter and Kerry,
Visage,
Moss Icon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q65,
Con Funk Shun,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül II,
Sixth Finger,
X-102,
The Cure,
Quantec,
June Days,
Television Personalities,
Flipper,
Interpol,
Harry Pussy,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moleskins,
Hot Snakes,
Essential Logic,
Brand Nubian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oblivians,
Adolescents,
Alice Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Dennis Brown,
Groovy Waters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Wally Richardson,
Icehouse,
Man Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Los Fastidios,
David Bowie,
The Raincoats,
Malaria!,
the Bar-Kays,
Dave Gahan,
La Düsseldorf,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.