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 China and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Can to the rock 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eddi Front record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shuggie Otis,
Swans,
Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lee Hazlewood,
Sex Pistols,
The Busters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eli Mardock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
Thee Headcoats,
Marine Girls,
The Real Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Smog,
The Fuzztones,
Joyce Sims,
Oneida,
Sugar Minott,
The Tremeloes,
Kayak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
the Sonics,
Terry Callier,
The Moody Blues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barrington Levy,
The Pretty Things,
Franke,
Minny Pops,
Frankie Knuckles,
Steve Hackett,
Parry Music,
The Misunderstood,
Bluetip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cecil Taylor,
Connie Case,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacob Miller,
Howard Jones,
Faraquet,
Scion,
Jawbox,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.