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 Kenya and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Animal Collective,
AZ,
Gang of Four,
The Standells,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Silicon Teens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ken Boothe,
Pulsallama,
Scratch Acid,
Aaron Thompson,
The United States of America,
Pylon,
Bill Wells,
Minor Threat,
Sparks,
Glenn Branca,
Franke,
Desert Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Sandy B,
Josef K,
Angry Samoans,
Flipper,
Fela Kuti,
Bronski Beat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül II,
Wally Richardson,
Liliput,
Blake Baxter,
The Smiths,
K-Klass,
The Techniques,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joyce Sims,
June Days,
Aural Exciters,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gories,
Nas,
Wolf Eyes,
Yaz,
Essential Logic,
Thompson Twins,
Faust,
Juan Atkins,
The Mojo Men,
Television,
Organ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barry Ungar,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.