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 Kuwait and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Leonard Cohen 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Trojans,
The United States of America,
AZ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Brothers Johnson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
Cybotron,
Agitation Free,
Glenn Branca,
Average White Band,
Iggy Pop,
JFA,
Skaos,
Gang Starr,
Graham Central Station,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shoche,
Faust,
Half Japanese,
The Slits,
The Dead C,
Jandek,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
X-102,
Dead Boys,
The Offenders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Marine Girls,
10cc,
Scan 7,
The Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Amazonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Clear Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television Personalities,
Swell Maps,
Alison Limerick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Altered Images,
Nirvana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.