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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 the Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Desert Stars,
The Motions,
Avey Tare,
Jacques Brel,
A Certain Ratio,
Q and Not U,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scan 7,
The Blues Magoos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mark Hollis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gichy Dan,
Chrome,
Smog,
The Mojo Men,
Dawn Penn,
Royal Trux,
PIL,
Iggy Pop,
Public Enemy,
Soft Machine,
the Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Brick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Remains,
Howard Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Bronski Beat,
Davy DMX,
Monolake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ludus,
Suburban Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fat Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dual Sessions,
John Holt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Judy Mowatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aaron Thompson,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.