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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Nick Fraelich to the electroclash 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Howard Jones,
cv313,
The Vogues,
The Buckinghams,
Lindisfarne,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Dolphy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joy Division,
The J.B.'s,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pagans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wasted Youth,
Hardrive,
Interpol,
Henry Cow,
Funkadelic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bush Tetras,
The Beau Brummels,
Isaac Hayes,
David Bowie,
Groovy Waters,
the Sonics,
Smog,
Lakeside,
Easy Going,
JFA,
The United States of America,
Skaos,
Amazonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Motions,
Flipper,
The Fortunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Severed Heads,
ABBA,
The Associates,
Unrelated Segments,
Minnie Riperton,
Eve St. Jones,
The Zeros,
Von Mondo,
Sarah Menescal,
Connie Case,
Oblivians,
the Fania All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun City Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Bob Dylan,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.