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 Uruguay and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Harmonia to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Jandek,
Country Teasers,
Spoonie Gee,
Fugazi,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Clarke,
The Skatalites,
James White and The Blacks,
Drexciya,
The Fall,
Vainqueur,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
June of 44,
Fat Boys,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiohead,
The Cramps,
The Star Department,
The Index,
Chrome,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
This Heat,
The Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
Suburban Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
The American Breed,
Barrington Levy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
48th St. Collective,
the Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun City Girls,
Interpol,
a-ha,
Darondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mars,
The Tremeloes,
Brothers Johnson,
Sight & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Hasil Adkins,
Gichy Dan,
Sparks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102,
Masters at Work,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Motorama,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.