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 Mauritius and from Tehran.
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 New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Dirtbombs to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
F. McDonald,
Archie Shepp,
Masters at Work,
Country Teasers,
The Monks,
Connie Case,
A Certain Ratio,
Make Up,
Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Stiv Bators,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Walker Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
David Bowie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Excepter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
a-ha,
Newcleus,
Barrington Levy,
Brass Construction,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Normal,
Godley & Creme,
June Days,
Minor Threat,
UT,
The Cowsills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nico,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hashim,
Dual Sessions,
Juan Atkins,
Ten City,
Patti Smith,
Icehouse,
Erykah Badu,
Minutemen,
Scientists,
Deepchord,
U.S. Maple,
Be Bop Deluxe,
JFA,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Copeland,
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eve St. Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Derrick May,
Blancmange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultra Naté,
Cheater Slicks,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.