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 Micronesia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Jerry's Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Scion,
Franke,
E-Dancer,
Desert Stars,
Lyres,
One Last Wish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skriet,
Rufus Thomas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donald Byrd,
Scrapy,
Ohio Players,
Eden Ahbez,
Sister Nancy,
Interpol,
Quando Quango,
Drexciya,
Country Teasers,
Amazonics,
Pole,
The Doors,
a-ha,
10cc,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
Crooked Eye,
Mission of Burma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kurtis Blow,
Patti Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultra Naté,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pretty Things,
the Normal,
Basic Channel,
Ituana,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Y Pants,
The Red Krayola,
Kenny Larkin,
Flipper,
Eli Mardock,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter & Gordon,
Mark Hollis,
Vladislav Delay,
Dave Gahan,
Marshall Jefferson,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.