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 Ecuador and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Graham Central Station 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Desert Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Sight & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
June of 44,
Man Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oblivians,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Steve Hackett,
China Crisis,
Technova,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grauzone,
Yusef Lateef,
Organ,
the Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Youth Brigade,
John Lydon,
The Cowsills,
Albert Ayler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Whodini,
Amon Düül,
Los Fastidios,
Ultravox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pole,
Derrick May,
Half Japanese,
B.T. Express,
Moby Grape,
Wolf Eyes,
Talk Talk,
Q and Not U,
Peter and Kerry,
Ponytail,
John Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Womack,
Mad Mike,
New Age Steppers,
Soul Sonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Green,
Bobby Byrd,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.