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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Stereo Dub to the electroclash 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultravox,
Nils Olav,
Harry Pussy,
Circle Jerks,
Second Layer,
DJ Style,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rakim,
10cc,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crash Course in Science,
Goldenarms,
Little Man,
Pere Ubu,
Flipper,
The Walker Brothers,
New Order,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q65,
Arcadia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Jandek,
Interpol,
Cameo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anthony Braxton,
U.S. Maple,
Guru Guru,
Robert Wyatt,
Sparks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cymande,
Public Enemy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalann,
Reagan Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Juan Atkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minnie Riperton,
Ituana,
Godley & Creme,
Idris Muhammad,
Archie Shepp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hashim,
Tears for Fears,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joyce Sims,
Infiniti,
Rotary Connection,
Harpers Bizarre,
Talk Talk,
Lakeside,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.