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 Mauritania and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Can to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Morten Harket,
Deadbeat,
Stetsasonic,
Skaos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
OOIOO,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Byrd,
China Crisis,
DJ Style,
Man Parrish,
Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Kaleidoscope,
Infiniti,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
Symarip,
Accadde A,
Alison Limerick,
Iggy Pop,
Rites of Spring,
Gang of Four,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Searchers,
Clear Light,
Buzzcocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Talk Talk,
Sam Rivers,
John Lydon,
Sandy B,
Lee Hazlewood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Lindisfarne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rapeman,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick Morgan,
Jandek,
Mark Hollis,
Terry Callier,
Sonic Youth,
Au Pairs,
Eric Copeland,
Max Romeo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mummies,
Bronski Beat,
Albert Ayler,
UT,
Juan Atkins,
ABC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun City Girls,
Dual Sessions,
LL Cool J,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.