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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 R.M.O. to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Television Personalities,
E-Dancer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Hill,
Magma,
Bronski Beat,
The Velvet Underground,
Sugar Minott,
Bang On A Can,
Jacques Brel,
The Raincoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Anthony Braxton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rufus Thomas,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
World's Most,
Groovy Waters,
Interpol,
Bush Tetras,
Scrapy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Negative Approach,
Subhumans,
Pylon,
The Residents,
The Standells,
Lightning Bolt,
Wolf Eyes,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Dolphy,
Con Funk Shun,
48th St. Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
the Germs,
Glenn Branca,
MC5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q65,
Reagan Youth,
Wings,
Smog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Techniques,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
K-Klass,
Donald Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brothers Johnson,
Excepter,
the Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
Sam Rivers,
Hot Snakes,
The Wake,
Derrick Morgan,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.