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 China and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 The Divine Comedy to the punk 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Faraquet,
Joey Negro,
Boz Scaggs,
The American Breed,
The Vogues,
Roxette,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Fraelich,
Cybotron,
Barbara Tucker,
Scientists,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rites of Spring,
Deepchord,
Bobby Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Searchers,
Franke,
Lindisfarne,
Don Cherry,
Radio Birdman,
Half Japanese,
Patti Smith,
Pagans,
Little Man,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-101,
Suicide,
Fad Gadget,
Yazoo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marmalade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drexciya,
Intrusion,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish,
Basic Channel,
U.S. Maple,
Warsaw,
Minor Threat,
Motorama,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rod Modell,
Connie Case,
JFA,
The Music Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Clear Light,
cv313,
Glenn Branca,
Peter and Kerry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gong,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sällskapet,
Funkadelic,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.