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 Uganda and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Dark Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
This Heat,
The Music Machine,
Wasted Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eli Mardock,
Magma,
Buzzcocks,
Pere Ubu,
Max Romeo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
Al Stewart,
Prince Buster,
Goldenarms,
The Durutti Column,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DNA,
Flipper,
Motorama,
Boz Scaggs,
Wolf Eyes,
KRS-One,
Sixth Finger,
The Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends,
Jandek,
Don Cherry,
The Pop Group,
Bill Near,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pretty Things,
Cymande,
AZ,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare,
Tubeway Army,
Hasil Adkins,
Glenn Branca,
Japan,
Warren Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reagan Youth,
Rites of Spring,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Wells,
Television,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Eating Sloth,
Camberwell Now,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Fraelich,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.