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 Vietnam and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Eli Mardock to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Names,
Youth Brigade,
10cc,
Cal Tjader,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonic Youth,
Q65,
Sarah Menescal,
The American Breed,
Royal Trux,
Reuben Wilson,
The Misunderstood,
Deakin,
Kenny Larkin,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Dave Gahan,
the Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Holt,
The Smiths,
Joyce Sims,
Supertramp,
This Heat,
E-Dancer,
Audionom,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
Donald Byrd,
Mad Mike,
David Bowie,
Dead Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Godley & Creme,
Erykah Badu,
Masters at Work,
Neu!,
Mr. Review,
Pussy Galore,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Surgeon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nils Olav,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris & Cosey,
Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Foxx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magazine,
Oblivians,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.