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 Belarus and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the disco 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Green,
Con Funk Shun,
Alton Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Pole,
Mark Hollis,
The Slackers,
Absolute Body Control,
Procol Harum,
Glenn Branca,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABC,
Jeff Lynne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sam Rivers,
Agitation Free,
Little Man,
Tres Demented,
Parry Music,
DNA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronan,
The Names,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Bar-Kays,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scan 7,
Wally Richardson,
T. Rex,
China Crisis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
PIL,
Joey Negro,
Fat Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Sarah Menescal,
Popol Vuh,
Brand Nubian,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Black Dice,
Fugazi,
Sonic Youth,
Deadbeat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Audionom,
Boredoms,
Sparks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
The Knickerbockers,
The Divine Comedy,
Q and Not U,
Pere Ubu,
Angry Samoans,
Aaron Thompson,
Delta 5,
Lou Christie,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.