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 Poland and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Seeds 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
The Litter,
JFA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cheater Slicks,
The American Breed,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dave Gahan,
Davy DMX,
Roxy Music,
Wally Richardson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television Personalities,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Franke,
Bush Tetras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Connie Case,
Basic Channel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Young Rascals,
Crash Course in Science,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers,
Popol Vuh,
Public Image Ltd.,
Con Funk Shun,
Section 25,
The Associates,
CMW,
The Music Machine,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
Joe Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
The Tremeloes,
New York Dolls,
Saccharine Trust,
Sam Rivers,
Leonard Cohen,
Sight & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Audionom,
X-101,
Lucky Dragons,
Scrapy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Outsiders,
Simply Red,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scion,
Minny Pops,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.