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 Kosovo and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Unrelated Segments to the punk 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
JFA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
Ludus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
UT,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Moebius,
Joey Negro,
The Dead C,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Popol Vuh,
The Zeros,
Grey Daturas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
the Human League,
Sparks,
Fatback Band,
The United States of America,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arcadia,
Radiohead,
H. Thieme,
Sonic Youth,
The Sound,
Inner City,
Los Fastidios,
Susan Cadogan,
Q and Not U,
Excepter,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Starr,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eli Mardock,
R.M.O.,
Masters at Work,
Minutemen,
Section 25,
Public Enemy,
Magma,
Interpol,
Aloha Tigers,
Chrome,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül,
F. McDonald,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magazine,
Flash Fearless,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.