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 Korea North and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Unwound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fall,
Prince Buster,
The Cramps,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Halsall,
Deadbeat,
The Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Kayak,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlback,
Traffic Nightmare,
Parry Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roger Hodgson,
Faraquet,
Black Sheep,
Steve Hackett,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suicide,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Terry,
Sound Behaviour,
Kurtis Blow,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Negative Approach,
Sonic Youth,
Anakelly,
Theoretical Girls,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
cv313,
Audionom,
H. Thieme,
Funkadelic,
Vladislav Delay,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Guru Guru,
Jandek,
Unwound,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Womack,
ABC,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faust,
John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Sex Pistols,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Second Layer,
Ohio Players,
Howard Jones,
Cluster,
AZ,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.