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 South Sudan and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Surgeon to the disco 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suicide,
Avey Tare,
the Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Lindisfarne,
Circle Jerks,
Scrapy,
The Cure,
Tom Boy,
Hasil Adkins,
June Days,
Alton Ellis,
Ponytail,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visage,
Bill Wells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
JFA,
Andrew Hill,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Holt,
Sparks,
Infiniti,
Peter & Gordon,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Teasers,
Sam Rivers,
Parry Music,
Hot Snakes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Depeche Mode,
Vainqueur,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fuzztones,
Charles Mingus,
Groovy Waters,
The Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Lynne,
Gong,
John Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Scientists,
The Red Krayola,
Leonard Cohen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Niagra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reuben Wilson,
John Foxx,
Malaria!,
Tim Buckley,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Half Japanese,
The Smiths,
Aural Exciters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.