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 Brunei 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Panda Bear to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Beau Brummels,
The Seeds,
The Smoke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronan,
Mandrill,
The Durutti Column,
the Association,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
Derrick Morgan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Janne Schatter,
Harry Pussy,
Masters at Work,
Accadde A,
Excepter,
Reagan Youth,
The Dead C,
Sam Rivers,
The Raincoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
Funky Four + One,
Letta Mbulu,
Stiv Bators,
Junior Murvin,
Soul II Soul,
Chrome,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Babytalk,
Massinfluence,
The Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Leonard Cohen,
Underground Resistance,
Neu!,
Jacques Brel,
Michelle Simonal,
The Black Dice,
Blake Baxter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harmonia,
Black Moon,
The Fugs,
The Wake,
Mark Hollis,
Tres Demented,
Monks,
Don Cherry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Surgeon,
Piero Umiliani,
Rufus Thomas,
Average White Band,
Youth Brigade,
the Germs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Count Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.