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 Tunisia and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 Nik Kershaw to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Grass Roots,
John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed,
The Modern Lovers,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Byrd,
Fluxion,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spoonie Gee,
The Saints,
The Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Outsiders,
Dennis Brown,
The Black Dice,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Y Pants,
Eric Copeland,
Anakelly,
June Days,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Sneak,
Pet Shop Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mojo Men,
Interpol,
OOIOO,
Jawbox,
Parry Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Vladislav Delay,
Swans,
Iggy Pop,
MDC,
Subhumans,
Ronnie Foster,
Drexciya,
Basic Channel,
Soulsonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Hardrive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thompson Twins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rod Modell,
Duran Duran,
Barry Ungar,
Theoretical Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Kurtis Blow,
Camberwell Now,
World's Most,
A Certain Ratio,
Ten City,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.