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 Congo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Amon Düül II to the grunge 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Zapp,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool Moe Dee,
Outsiders,
Soulsonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alison Limerick,
Infiniti,
Byron Stingily,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bronski Beat,
Carl Craig,
DJ Style,
Al Stewart,
June of 44,
Quando Quango,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Lakeside,
Flash Fearless,
Deakin,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Teasers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Max Romeo,
Judy Mowatt,
Japan,
Hashim,
Roxy Music,
Scientists,
Y Pants,
Suburban Knight,
D'Angelo,
The Smiths,
Ten City,
Harmonia,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blackbyrds,
Adolescents,
Mars,
48th St. Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Urselle,
Vladislav Delay,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Simply Red,
Rakim,
Little Man,
China Crisis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
PIL,
Matthew Halsall,
Flipper,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.