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 Madagascar and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Jawbox to the dance 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alice Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
the Sonics,
Connie Case,
Pylon,
Sonic Youth,
Lindisfarne,
The Misunderstood,
Prince Buster,
Arab on Radar,
Dave Gahan,
Black Moon,
Eddi Front,
Cecil Taylor,
Lucky Dragons,
Au Pairs,
Dawn Penn,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Womack,
the Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Mantronix,
Soul II Soul,
Talk Talk,
Soft Machine,
the Human League,
Jacob Miller,
The Smiths,
10cc,
cv313,
Supertramp,
Moby Grape,
New Order,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pulsallama,
Icehouse,
UT,
The Motions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eve St. Jones,
The American Breed,
Thompson Twins,
Minor Threat,
The Detroit Cobras,
KRS-One,
Iggy Pop,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gong,
Surgeon,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun City Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.