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 Spain and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker,
CMW,
Dead Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
H. Thieme,
Royal Trux,
Eddi Front,
Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Heaven 17,
Dorothy Ashby,
Parry Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scratch Acid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scrapy,
T.S.O.L.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hoover,
Howard Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nico,
Ponytail,
The Slackers,
Gabor Szabo,
Marine Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arab on Radar,
Q and Not U,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonic Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moleskins,
Intrusion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swans,
Oneida,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oblivians,
Magma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hashim,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joensuu 1685,
Half Japanese,
Infiniti,
Thompson Twins,
The Residents,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.