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 Djibouti and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
These Immortal Souls,
Lindisfarne,
The Cowsills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gladiators,
The Slits,
The Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Fad Gadget,
Carl Craig,
Sparks,
Joyce Sims,
Underground Resistance,
Youth Brigade,
Brass Construction,
The Residents,
Lightning Bolt,
Hashim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
Lou Christie,
Tres Demented,
Gong,
Wolf Eyes,
Nils Olav,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Khruangbin,
Tommy Roe,
Jacob Miller,
Warsaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Wyatt,
Blancmange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Steve Hackett,
K-Klass,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Metal Thangz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sällskapet,
ABBA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ken Boothe,
Ronnie Foster,
The Durutti Column,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television,
Darondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Eve St. Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.