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 Oman 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Warren Ellis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Mr. Review,
Model 500,
Freddie Wadling,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Red Krayola,
Underground Resistance,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hashim,
Tommy Roe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Accadde A,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-102,
Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television Personalities,
The Techniques,
cv313,
Mark Hollis,
The Mojo Men,
Joey Negro,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rekid,
Scion,
Cameo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Almond,
Brand Nubian,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cure,
Technova,
In Retrospect,
Deepchord,
Dark Day,
Rotary Connection,
X-Ray Spex,
Funky Four + One,
Henry Cow,
Brass Construction,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Second Layer,
ABBA,
Ituana,
The Evens,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delta 5,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.