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 Switzerland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Jacob Miller to the funk 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Henry Cow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blossom Toes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
In Retrospect,
Tears for Fears,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Khruangbin,
David McCallum,
The Tremeloes,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Rosa Yemen,
Model 500,
The Star Department,
Skriet,
K-Klass,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Christie,
MDC,
Animal Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Dead Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Joy Division,
Faraquet,
Camberwell Now,
Quadrant,
the Association,
Kurtis Blow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smoke,
The Buckinghams,
Qualms,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Remains,
Eden Ahbez,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nirvana,
David Axelrod,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alphaville,
The Gories,
the Normal,
Fela Kuti,
A Certain Ratio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxette,
the Human League,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DNA,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slackers,
Nils Olav,
Sixth Finger,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.