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 Ghana and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
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 snare 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 The Divine Comedy to the rock 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Minny Pops,
Tears for Fears,
Section 25,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Christie,
Jandek,
Quantec,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boredoms,
Pylon,
Anakelly,
Tim Buckley,
Funkadelic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Clear Light,
The Golliwogs,
Man Parrish,
Bluetip,
China Crisis,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ossler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Technova,
Soulsonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Parry Music,
Surgeon,
Darondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Association,
Little Man,
Fluxion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Livin' Joy,
Goldenarms,
Los Fastidios,
Bauhaus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Almond,
Chris Corsano,
Sällskapet,
Television Personalities,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Terry,
Motorama,
the Germs,
Iggy Pop,
Organ,
John Holt,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
U.S. Maple,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gladiators,
The Skatalites,
The Durutti Column,
Bush Tetras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.