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 San Marino and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the funk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The Trojans,
Aswad,
Clear Light,
Banda Bassotti,
Radio Birdman,
The Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Cluster,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stiv Bators,
The Move,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Outsiders,
The Fall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lyres,
Minny Pops,
Stetsasonic,
Can,
Bush Tetras,
Gang of Four,
New York Dolls,
Maleditus Sound,
Zapp,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mandrill,
Leonard Cohen,
Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Sam Rivers,
The Remains,
Dawn Penn,
Dennis Brown,
The Cowsills,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dead C,
Average White Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lakeside,
Procol Harum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Franke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Guru Guru,
Swell Maps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
EPMD,
Ice-T,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warsaw,
The Busters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Axelrod,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.