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 Tunisia and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Television to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Young Marble Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Nirvana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Copeland,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul II Soul,
Shoche,
Cameo,
the Association,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Second Layer,
Black Flag,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Das Ding,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter and Kerry,
Crime,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Skatalites,
Joyce Sims,
The Busters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronnie Foster,
Sugar Minott,
The Associates,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mad Mike,
Popol Vuh,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
CMW,
The Durutti Column,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalann,
The Knickerbockers,
Delta 5,
The Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mantronix,
Sound Behaviour,
These Immortal Souls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wasted Youth,
the Germs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skriet,
Minor Threat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Clarke,
Parry Music,
Mo-Dettes,
Procol Harum,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.