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 Jordan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Main Source to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Sexual Harrassment,
MC5,
Gang Green,
China Crisis,
The Smoke,
Barrington Levy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Dolphy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boredoms,
Charles Mingus,
Infiniti,
Monolake,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Easy Going,
The Pretty Things,
UT,
Bobby Sherman,
Rod Modell,
Dead Boys,
Pylon,
Nick Fraelich,
Dave Gahan,
Au Pairs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scientists,
Panda Bear,
Accadde A,
The Star Department,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pop Group,
Scratch Acid,
Junior Murvin,
Leonard Cohen,
Rakim,
Make Up,
Barry Ungar,
MDC,
Faraquet,
the Germs,
Symarip,
Funkadelic,
Neu!,
Niagra,
Camberwell Now,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mad Mike,
Depeche Mode,
Pere Ubu,
Fad Gadget,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Teasers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pagans,
DJ Sneak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Technova,
Kerri Chandler,
Flipper,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.