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 Indonesia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Gastr Del Sol to the disco 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Velvet Underground,
8 Eyed Spy,
Panda Bear,
The Sound,
David McCallum,
Reuben Wilson,
Aural Exciters,
L. Decosne,
The Count Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Hoover,
The Five Americans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Outsiders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fugazi,
Albert Ayler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masters at Work,
Can,
Japan,
Bootsy Collins,
The Kinks,
Scrapy,
Jawbox,
Jacques Brel,
DNA,
Barrington Levy,
Sister Nancy,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Depeche Mode,
Nils Olav,
Whodini,
Tres Demented,
The American Breed,
The Seeds,
Arcadia,
the Normal,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Motorama,
Slick Rick,
Main Source,
Khruangbin,
Eurythmics,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra,
Parry Music,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
In Retrospect,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.