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 Indonesia and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Guru Guru to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boz Scaggs,
T. Rex,
Lalann,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
Camouflage,
The Martian,
Marine Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
FM Einheit,
Smog,
Angry Samoans,
cv313,
Warsaw,
Sonic Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Sneak,
Animal Collective,
F. McDonald,
John Lydon,
La Düsseldorf,
Rotary Connection,
The Cramps,
David Axelrod,
Pulsallama,
a-ha,
Jandek,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aaron Thompson,
Eden Ahbez,
Toni Rubio,
Skarface,
Zapp,
Saccharine Trust,
Trumans Water,
Symarip,
Second Layer,
Nico,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minutemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yaz,
Wolf Eyes,
Dawn Penn,
The Smiths,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra,
Altered Images,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Metal Thangz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Bananas,
Q65,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.