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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Scan 7 to the punk 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Joey Negro,
Severed Heads,
Pere Ubu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Animal Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Happenings,
Ken Boothe,
Nas,
Jeff Mills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed,
Deakin,
Neil Young,
Grey Daturas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Byrd,
The New Christs,
Porter Ricks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Foxx,
Jandek,
Gong,
Q65,
Arthur Verocai,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shoche,
Bootsy Collins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Michelle Simonal,
Funkadelic,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Isaac Hayes,
Trumans Water,
Oneida,
The Doobie Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Terry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
PIL,
Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Massinfluence,
Moss Icon,
Suicide,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vladislav Delay,
H. Thieme,
Icehouse,
Barry Ungar,
The Monks,
Pierre Henry,
The Pop Group,
Ronnie Foster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.