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 Cyprus and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vladislav Delay to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Livin' Joy,
Sun City Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Toasters,
Porter Ricks,
James White and The Blacks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Neon Judgement,
Fear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
Peter and Kerry,
Colin Newman,
Derrick Morgan,
The Remains,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Second Layer,
Tres Demented,
Blancmange,
Harry Pussy,
Morten Harket,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Human League,
Dark Day,
The Mojo Men,
MDC,
Brick,
Arcadia,
Fat Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Suicide,
Gabor Szabo,
Fad Gadget,
Reuben Wilson,
Lightning Bolt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arab on Radar,
F. McDonald,
Television Personalities,
Rites of Spring,
Piero Umiliani,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Iggy Pop,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mummies,
Scion,
The Divine Comedy,
Josef K,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül,
Sex Pistols,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.