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 Gabon and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wally Richardson to the rock 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Ronan,
The Star Department,
Gang Starr,
Mad Mike,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Connie Case,
The Victims,
Nirvana,
One Last Wish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Teasers,
Audionom,
Severed Heads,
Icehouse,
June of 44,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warren Ellis,
JFA,
Junior Murvin,
Minutemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Youth Brigade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Drexciya,
The Angels of Light,
Section 25,
Lower 48,
Ultra Naté,
Flipper,
Warsaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Porter Ricks,
Joyce Sims,
La Düsseldorf,
Dawn Penn,
Dave Gahan,
Jacob Miller,
Smog,
Rufus Thomas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Leonard Cohen,
Cecil Taylor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Clear Light,
Crime,
the Normal,
Robert Görl,
Pantytec,
Brick,
The Neon Judgement,
Maurizio,
Robert Wyatt,
The Move,
Scan 7,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.