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 Jamaica and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Tim Buckley to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
LL Cool J,
Roxy Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dirtbombs,
Cecil Taylor,
Mantronix,
The Victims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ornette Coleman,
Supertramp,
Eddi Front,
Lou Christie,
Sällskapet,
Maurizio,
Oblivians,
Juan Atkins,
Dawn Penn,
Malaria!,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slick Rick,
The Neon Judgement,
Aswad,
Barrington Levy,
the Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Ituana,
Grauzone,
Derrick Morgan,
Outsiders,
Panda Bear,
Lakeside,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warren Ellis,
The Monks,
Das Ding,
Slave,
The Modern Lovers,
Cybotron,
Barbara Tucker,
cv313,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Star Department,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eurythmics,
Eric Copeland,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gong,
Angry Samoans,
The Happenings,
Dual Sessions,
Young Marble Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shuggie Otis,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.