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 Sierra Leone and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Youth Brigade to the electroclash 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Pole,
A Certain Ratio,
Dave Gahan,
Soul II Soul,
X-102,
Moby Grape,
Yellowson,
Babytalk,
Minor Threat,
the Germs,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Albert Ayler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DNA,
Roger Hodgson,
Graham Central Station,
Man Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers,
Bang On A Can,
Excepter,
Organ,
EPMD,
Magma,
The New Christs,
Blake Baxter,
Model 500,
The Velvet Underground,
Minny Pops,
The Count Five,
Wings,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare,
Robert Wyatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultra Naté,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wally Richardson,
World's Most,
Moss Icon,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Copeland,
Reagan Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris Corsano,
Aloha Tigers,
Skriet,
Johnny Clarke,
Section 25,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
La Düsseldorf,
Kayak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Green,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.