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 Armenia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Trumans Water to the dance 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
The Martian,
David Axelrod,
Adolescents,
Depeche Mode,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aswad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Sam Rivers,
Theoretical Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Khruangbin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joy Division,
Half Japanese,
The Star Department,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Halsall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick Morgan,
Jandek,
The Vogues,
Lindisfarne,
Motorama,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers,
The Mojo Men,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Terry,
Wire,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gladiators,
Godley & Creme,
Whodini,
Severed Heads,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Niagra,
Main Source,
Rotary Connection,
Ultravox,
KRS-One,
Jacques Brel,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eli Mardock,
Aural Exciters,
Josef K,
The Alarm Clocks,
Qualms,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.