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 Indonesia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Masters at Work to the grunge 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Al Stewart,
Motorama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Kinks,
KRS-One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Near,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Enemy,
Roger Hodgson,
Babytalk,
Thompson Twins,
Chris & Cosey,
Goldenarms,
Eddi Front,
Gang Green,
Cluster,
Gichy Dan,
The Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jawbox,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dirtbombs,
Nirvana,
Max Romeo,
The Moleskins,
Mars,
Cal Tjader,
Franke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pagans,
Sarah Menescal,
the Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deadbeat,
Scientists,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Busters,
John Holt,
Unrelated Segments,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Man Parrish,
Crime,
Bill Wells,
Bluetip,
T.S.O.L.,
Arthur Verocai,
Boz Scaggs,
Nico,
Delta 5,
Glenn Branca,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.