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 Grenada and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Flesh Eaters to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Terry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mandrill,
Siglo XX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ohio Players,
Danielle Patucci,
Deakin,
Don Cherry,
Gong,
The Knickerbockers,
Talk Talk,
New Age Steppers,
Ice-T,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Bowie,
Wings,
Man Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Skriet,
Pole,
This Heat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
The Gladiators,
Audionom,
JFA,
Technova,
Khruangbin,
Quadrant,
Mantronix,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Yellowson,
The Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Drexciya,
Magma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Rundgren,
Marvin Gaye,
Procol Harum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thompson Twins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wasted Youth,
Chris Corsano,
8 Eyed Spy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rod Modell,
F. McDonald,
The Standells,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang On A Can,
The Blackbyrds,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.