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 Macedonia and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
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 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 The Durutti Column to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Motorama,
Agent Orange,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Au Pairs,
The Smoke,
The Misunderstood,
Parry Music,
The Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Scan 7,
The Smiths,
Loose Ends,
Nick Fraelich,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Sparks,
Vainqueur,
Magma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sound Behaviour,
Albert Ayler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pagans,
Ronan,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Metal Thangz,
The United States of America,
Gang Green,
Joe Finger,
Monks,
F. McDonald,
Rakim,
Neil Young,
Patti Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Beau Brummels,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens,
Pierre Henry,
Hardrive,
Aswad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Von Mondo,
The Fugs,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Bourne,
the Bar-Kays,
The Raincoats,
X-Ray Spex,
The Red Krayola,
Harry Pussy,
Pylon,
Icehouse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yellowson,
Das Ding,
48th St. Collective,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.