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 Czech Republic 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wasted Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Television Personalities,
Hardrive,
Drexciya,
Minutemen,
Maleditus Sound,
The Black Dice,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris Corsano,
JFA,
The Remains,
Morten Harket,
the Normal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boz Scaggs,
Lakeside,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Boredoms,
Blossom Toes,
Hot Snakes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funkadelic,
Camberwell Now,
E-Dancer,
Soul II Soul,
Jeru the Damaja,
CMW,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nils Olav,
Arcadia,
Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Jandek,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Steve Hackett,
A Certain Ratio,
Rapeman,
Massinfluence,
Ultravox,
Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Bar-Kays,
Deakin,
Lower 48,
Can,
Bluetip,
Carl Craig,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Invisible,
10cc,
Lungfish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moody Blues,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.