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 Algeria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boz Scaggs,
Joyce Sims,
The Real Kids,
Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Heaven 17,
New Age Steppers,
Peter & Gordon,
the Swans,
Skarface,
kango's stein massive,
Maurizio,
Warsaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Kas Product,
Monolake,
X-102,
Wasted Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Shuggie Otis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Y Pants,
Gichy Dan,
Index,
The United States of America,
Jandek,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cowsills,
Sonic Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Christie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Starr,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Clear Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Remains,
The Toasters,
the Bar-Kays,
The Golliwogs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Sonics,
Black Pus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.