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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Seeds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Mojo Men,
a-ha,
Los Fastidios,
Circle Jerks,
Rapeman,
Dawn Penn,
Gabor Szabo,
Alison Limerick,
Iggy Pop,
Mr. Review,
Nas,
Colin Newman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mad Mike,
Sun City Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Michelle Simonal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suicide,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Hood,
Minutemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Rufus Thomas,
Judy Mowatt,
Funky Four + One,
Adolescents,
The Birthday Party,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nils Olav,
Archie Shepp,
Scan 7,
The Real Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
R.M.O.,
Royal Trux,
The Moleskins,
Anakelly,
U.S. Maple,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marine Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Groovy Waters,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül II,
Mantronix,
Magazine,
Infiniti,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
Quadrant,
John Foxx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Patti Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerri Chandler,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.