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 Gabon and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sound Behaviour to the grime 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
UT,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jandek,
Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aural Exciters,
T.S.O.L.,
A Certain Ratio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Pussy Galore,
Desert Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ken Boothe,
X-101,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The American Breed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultravox,
Aaron Thompson,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arcadia,
Tropical Tobacco,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Human League,
the Association,
Robert Hood,
Junior Murvin,
The J.B.'s,
Bauhaus,
The Shadows of Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rotary Connection,
The Star Department,
Negative Approach,
Ohio Players,
Mission of Burma,
La Düsseldorf,
The Black Dice,
Patti Smith,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
Bootsy Collins,
Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ossler,
The Young Rascals,
Lyres,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arab on Radar,
Skaos,
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.