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 Brunei and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sam Rivers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Newcleus,
The Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delta 5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smoke,
Rakim,
John Lydon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Toasters,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joensuu 1685,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hoover,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Selecter,
Freddie Wadling,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MC5,
Ludus,
Jeru the Damaja,
EPMD,
Porter Ricks,
Ituana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Groovy Waters,
kango's stein massive,
Lalann,
Quantec,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Josef K,
The Fugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Sex Pistols,
The Real Kids,
Simply Red,
The Moody Blues,
Maleditus Sound,
The American Breed,
Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Danielle Patucci,
Quadrant,
Mission of Burma,
X-102,
B.T. Express,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.