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 Laos and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Boredoms to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
The Count Five,
Moss Icon,
Negative Approach,
The Slits,
Robert Görl,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unrelated Segments,
K-Klass,
Amazonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Alison Limerick,
Suburban Knight,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Sneak,
Ossler,
Bluetip,
The Real Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Cymande,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Green,
F. McDonald,
Arthur Verocai,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Young Marble Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smiths,
Glenn Branca,
Talk Talk,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Flag,
X-102,
Wolf Eyes,
Janne Schatter,
EPMD,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Davy DMX,
Robert Hood,
Michelle Simonal,
Freddie Wadling,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Busters,
John Lydon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Absolute Body Control,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mars,
Leonard Cohen,
Patti Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.