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 Iraq 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Wings to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Sugar Minott,
Marcia Griffiths,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiohead,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mojo Men,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faraquet,
Rites of Spring,
Juan Atkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Newcleus,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moleskins,
The Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Duran Duran,
Gang Green,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
The Associates,
the Association,
K-Klass,
Sight & Sound,
Yellowson,
Echospace,
Don Cherry,
X-Ray Spex,
Tears for Fears,
DNA,
Aaron Thompson,
Erasure,
Wire,
Lightning Bolt,
Schoolly D,
The Slackers,
Hardrive,
Urselle,
Subhumans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rod Modell,
Television,
Tom Boy,
Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
China Crisis,
Minutemen,
Boredoms,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fall,
Swell Maps,
The Pop Group,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Danielle Patucci,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Unrelated Segments,
Bad Manners,
Throbbing Gristle,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.