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 Albania and from New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Blues Magoos to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drexciya,
Metal Thangz,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rakim,
The Move,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suicide,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Zeros,
E-Dancer,
the Germs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wire,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gap Band,
Moebius,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Agent Orange,
The Buckinghams,
Thompson Twins,
Radiohead,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Pylon,
Marine Girls,
Lungfish,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Fraelich,
Crash Course in Science,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oneida,
Jandek,
Lalo Schifrin,
Graham Central Station,
Anakelly,
Roxy Music,
The Raincoats,
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
kango's stein massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Rod Modell,
Japan,
John Coltrane,
Ludus,
Procol Harum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Carl Craig,
Wolf Eyes,
Susan Cadogan,
Little Man,
Colin Newman,
The Residents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.