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 Togo 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 World's Most to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
The Associates,
Tears for Fears,
Sällskapet,
The Martian,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Red Krayola,
Magma,
One Last Wish,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
H. Thieme,
Mandrill,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Music Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Animal Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young,
Desert Stars,
Fat Boys,
Khruangbin,
Archie Shepp,
Moebius,
Marmalade,
Godley & Creme,
E-Dancer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bauhaus,
Laurel Aitken,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacob Miller,
Don Cherry,
Mad Mike,
Chris Corsano,
Jandek,
Excepter,
The Names,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dawn Penn,
Audionom,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Starr,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gladiators,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.