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 Gambia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Beau Brummels,
Alice Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
The Stooges,
Rosa Yemen,
Barrington Levy,
Smog,
Von Mondo,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Technova,
The Martian,
Flipper,
This Heat,
Wasted Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deadbeat,
Tom Boy,
Metal Thangz,
The Divine Comedy,
Essential Logic,
Hasil Adkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Neon Judgement,
Yellowson,
Country Teasers,
Fugazi,
Radio Birdman,
Lindisfarne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Circle Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Velvet Underground,
China Crisis,
The Human League,
Dark Day,
The Associates,
Negative Approach,
World's Most,
Rod Modell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Germs,
Rapeman,
Little Man,
Frankie Knuckles,
Trumans Water,
Spoonie Gee,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Real Kids,
Q65,
The Residents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Wake,
Dennis Brown,
Alton Ellis,
Clear Light,
Bauhaus,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.