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 Bhutan and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Youth Brigade to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Metal Thangz,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gun Club,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonic Youth,
Camouflage,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Style,
Unwound,
the Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magma,
The Modern Lovers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harmonia,
48th St. Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Lakeside,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Surgeon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Searchers,
Circle Jerks,
The Leaves,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Wells,
Amazonics,
Ronnie Foster,
The Knickerbockers,
Skarface,
Fluxion,
Erasure,
Bobby Sherman,
Hot Snakes,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Near,
The Cure,
Bluetip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tropical Tobacco,
kango's stein massive,
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson,
Livin' Joy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maurizio,
The Gories,
Glenn Branca,
Harry Pussy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
In Retrospect,
Electric Prunes,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.