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 Brunei and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Porter Ricks to the funk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Nils Olav,
Audionom,
New Order,
The Saints,
Urselle,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Wells,
Aloha Tigers,
Moebius,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smiths,
Pussy Galore,
Parry Music,
The Real Kids,
The Vogues,
Oneida,
Jandek,
Funky Four + One,
Television Personalities,
Arthur Verocai,
Fat Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks,
Ossler,
Godley & Creme,
Scrapy,
Gabor Szabo,
Blossom Toes,
The Victims,
Franke,
The Index,
Altered Images,
Judy Mowatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Arcadia,
Barry Ungar,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
Toni Rubio,
Junior Murvin,
Throbbing Gristle,
This Heat,
The Smoke,
June Days,
Radio Birdman,
Circle Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fugs,
Basic Channel,
Wasted Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mojo Men,
AZ,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantytec,
Fear,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Lynne,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White 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.