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 Mali and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 The Dead C to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Man Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Livin' Joy,
Clear Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sarah Menescal,
Supertramp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Golliwogs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zero Boys,
D'Angelo,
The Trojans,
Outsiders,
Brass Construction,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Aaron Thompson,
Roger Hodgson,
Lungfish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glenn Branca,
Eden Ahbez,
Wire,
the Swans,
Negative Approach,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tommy Roe,
The Misunderstood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nils Olav,
H. Thieme,
Black Flag,
Steve Hackett,
Lakeside,
Mars,
Jandek,
Howard Jones,
The Young Rascals,
B.T. Express,
8 Eyed Spy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter & Gordon,
The Neon Judgement,
Essential Logic,
Graham Central Station,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pop Group,
Das Ding,
Camberwell Now,
Cluster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Little Man,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Moon,
Warren Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.