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 Lesotho and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 The Flesh Eaters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Lou Christie,
Simply Red,
The Last Poets,
The Evens,
Ten City,
Laurel Aitken,
the Association,
Alphaville,
The Raincoats,
the Swans,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül II,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
The Human League,
Maurizio,
Fat Boys,
The Associates,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oneida,
Camouflage,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Move,
Minor Threat,
DJ Style,
The Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erasure,
Pierre Henry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiohead,
Hardrive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pole,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Litter,
Marvin Gaye,
New Order,
The Shadows of Knight,
Section 25,
Junior Murvin,
Cecil Taylor,
Lakeside,
The Moody Blues,
Sound Behaviour,
F. McDonald,
The Saints,
Man Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Clarke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sister Nancy,
Bad Manners,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.