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 Laos and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rites of Spring to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Intrusion,
Television,
Nick Fraelich,
Joy Division,
Aswad,
The Cramps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quantec,
Ohio Players,
Rekid,
The Index,
Lou Christie,
Second Layer,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dead C,
Reagan Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Roxette,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Half Japanese,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deepchord,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alison Limerick,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Association,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sight & Sound,
K-Klass,
DJ Sneak,
The Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Echospace,
Surgeon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Underground Resistance,
Joensuu 1685,
Cheater Slicks,
Crime,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Terry,
Thee Headcoats,
Stereo Dub,
X-Ray Spex,
LL Cool J,
Eddi Front,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Clarke,
Lakeside,
FM Einheit,
Supertramp,
The Vogues,
Suburban Knight,
Mandrill,
Flash Fearless,
Radio Birdman,
The Count Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.