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 Philippines and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Popol Vuh to the grunge 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Letta Mbulu,
Malaria!,
EPMD,
Camouflage,
Jeff Lynne,
Loose Ends,
Soulsonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Schoolly D,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tres Demented,
Hot Snakes,
Country Teasers,
Hoover,
Funkadelic,
The Knickerbockers,
Bauhaus,
The Toasters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Infiniti,
The Wake,
China Crisis,
Skarface,
Aaron Thompson,
Hashim,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cowsills,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacob Miller,
Stetsasonic,
Television,
Quantec,
The Monochrome Set,
Trumans Water,
The Residents,
The Moody Blues,
Wings,
Sugar Minott,
Babytalk,
Skriet,
K-Klass,
Jawbox,
Brand Nubian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Copeland,
The American Breed,
Gang Green,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The United States of America,
Cal Tjader,
Don Cherry,
The Dirtbombs,
Lyres,
Panda Bear,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed,
Visage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul II Soul,
Talk Talk,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.