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 Solomon Islands and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Visage to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Isaac Hayes,
Joy Division,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jawbox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kayak,
The Zeros,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yaz,
T. Rex,
Janne Schatter,
Faust,
Silicon Teens,
Swans,
The Cure,
Loose Ends,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Searchers,
Duran Duran,
The Gladiators,
The Barracudas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sugar Minott,
Theoretical Girls,
Nils Olav,
The Raincoats,
The Young Rascals,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Subhumans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacob Miller,
Yellowson,
Brass Construction,
Alton Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Neon Judgement,
MC5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gichy Dan,
H. Thieme,
Nik Kershaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Letta Mbulu,
Oblivians,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pierre Henry,
Blossom Toes,
Quadrant,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mantronix,
Suicide,
Soulsonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.