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 Latvia and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 X-Ray Spex to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Black Moon,
The Selecter,
The Count Five,
Lower 48,
The Motions,
Albert Ayler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suicide,
Aloha Tigers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Icehouse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Alice Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
PIL,
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
Eden Ahbez,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Modern Lovers,
Trumans Water,
David Bowie,
Model 500,
The Cramps,
The Gladiators,
Absolute Body Control,
Easy Going,
Fugazi,
The Evens,
Jerry's Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Eurythmics,
Niagra,
Tim Buckley,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
10cc,
Bauhaus,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funky Four + One,
Qualms,
Moebius,
Barry Ungar,
The United States of America,
The Misunderstood,
Camberwell Now,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jawbox,
Robert Görl,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
The Knickerbockers,
Pierre Henry,
Average White Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.