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 Brunei and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Amon Düül II to the rap 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Glenn Branca,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Skaos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Massinfluence,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pagans,
Eli Mardock,
Intrusion,
Bluetip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
New Age Steppers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Normal,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Leaves,
Cluster,
The Cowsills,
Duran Duran,
The Blackbyrds,
Model 500,
Brothers Johnson,
The J.B.'s,
Soulsonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Michelle Simonal,
Mad Mike,
Minutemen,
Popol Vuh,
Dual Sessions,
Quantec,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cal Tjader,
Depeche Mode,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swell Maps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Young Rascals,
Unwound,
the Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zapp,
The Gladiators,
Bauhaus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pylon,
B.T. Express,
Visage,
Freddie Wadling,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Finger,
The Searchers,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.