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 Belize and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobby Womack to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Monks,
The Dead C,
Motorama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Procol Harum,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Leonard Cohen,
Jandek,
B.T. Express,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donny Hathaway,
Royal Trux,
The Martian,
Thompson Twins,
Newcleus,
The Standells,
John Foxx,
Von Mondo,
Stiv Bators,
Minny Pops,
R.M.O.,
Yaz,
Moss Icon,
The Birthday Party,
Deakin,
Ohio Players,
Metal Thangz,
Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sandy B,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Order,
Slave,
Sonny Sharrock,
Inner City,
Jawbox,
Silicon Teens,
Janne Schatter,
Neu!,
the Association,
Laurel Aitken,
Intrusion,
The Raincoats,
the Swans,
The Sound,
Monks,
the Normal,
The Real Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slits,
The Black Dice,
One Last Wish,
Crooked Eye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Christie,
Erykah Badu,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.