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 Bahrain and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lungfish to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Second Layer,
Gang Green,
Banda Bassotti,
The Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter and Kerry,
Vainqueur,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delta 5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Swans,
June Days,
Mo-Dettes,
Camberwell Now,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blancmange,
Buzzcocks,
The Grass Roots,
Lucky Dragons,
T.S.O.L.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
Henry Cow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arab on Radar,
Panda Bear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Iggy Pop,
Niagra,
Jacob Miller,
Saccharine Trust,
T. Rex,
The Trojans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sound Behaviour,
Organ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aswad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gories,
Circle Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Marine Girls,
Howard Jones,
Colin Newman,
Supertramp,
The Residents,
the Association,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sound,
Loose Ends,
The Velvet Underground,
EPMD,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.