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 Finland and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Maurizio to the punk 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
kango's stein massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Eddi Front,
Quadrant,
Mary Jane Girls,
Darondo,
In Retrospect,
Crash Course in Science,
Iggy Pop,
Ten City,
Animal Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Idris Muhammad,
The United States of America,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Los Fastidios,
Pussy Galore,
Hasil Adkins,
Lungfish,
Altered Images,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monks,
David Bowie,
Fad Gadget,
The Music Machine,
Swans,
Black Pus,
Circle Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lower 48,
Joey Negro,
Juan Atkins,
Marmalade,
Lou Christie,
Marine Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter & Gordon,
Bronski Beat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Green,
Motorama,
Soulsonic Force,
David McCallum,
Davy DMX,
Gong,
One Last Wish,
Skaos,
Agent Orange,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian,
Glenn Branca,
Mr. Review,
Deakin,
Sonic Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Throbbing Gristle,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.