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 Germany and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Michelle Simonal to the disco 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth 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?
Man Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tim Buckley,
Visage,
Agent Orange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
MDC,
Sarah Menescal,
Marvin Gaye,
Average White Band,
Half Japanese,
The Golliwogs,
Nils Olav,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Green,
Loose Ends,
Sonic Youth,
Surgeon,
This Heat,
The Wake,
Dennis Brown,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker,
Nico,
Derrick May,
Wally Richardson,
Von Mondo,
Brass Construction,
Gichy Dan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe,
Easy Going,
Fugazi,
Theoretical Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra,
Suburban Knight,
The Residents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dawn Penn,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masters at Work,
Joensuu 1685,
X-101,
Bill Near,
Johnny Osbourne,
F. McDonald,
the Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mad Mike,
The Knickerbockers,
Lakeside,
Section 25,
Adolescents,
Pantaleimon,
Slick Rick,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.