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 Uganda and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Country Teasers,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed,
Faraquet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ossler,
Blossom Toes,
Josef K,
Howard Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
The Raincoats,
These Immortal Souls,
The Seeds,
the Association,
Lalann,
Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Nas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Invisible,
the Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stockholm Monsters,
World's Most,
Urselle,
Quando Quango,
The Trojans,
Boredoms,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
Todd Terry,
Ronnie Foster,
Swell Maps,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Talk Talk,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Outsiders,
Matthew Halsall,
Arcadia,
the Human League,
Soft Machine,
Minor Threat,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Sneak,
Pierre Henry,
B.T. Express,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints,
Mark Hollis,
Unwound,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.