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 Azerbaijan 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Laurel Aitken to the dance 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Section 25,
Toni Rubio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Toasters,
Rekid,
Suicide,
Severed Heads,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eddi Front,
Quando Quango,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Patti Smith,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Symarip,
The Leaves,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang of Four,
Easy Going,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Angels of Light,
DNA,
Television,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fatback Band,
Godley & Creme,
CMW,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fuzztones,
Reuben Wilson,
Zero Boys,
Nirvana,
Au Pairs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacques Brel,
T.S.O.L.,
Swans,
the Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boz Scaggs,
Supertramp,
Scratch Acid,
The Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Lightning Bolt,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.