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 Benin and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boredoms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Maurizio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Junior Murvin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Niagra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül,
The Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deakin,
Joey Negro,
The Gladiators,
Depeche Mode,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fugazi,
Toni Rubio,
The Busters,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ponytail,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lindisfarne,
Boredoms,
Rufus Thomas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bad Manners,
Supertramp,
Panda Bear,
Flipper,
Bluetip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Move,
Crispy Ambulance,
Susan Cadogan,
Freddie Wadling,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
The Offenders,
The Young Rascals,
Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Ossler,
The Wake,
The Neon Judgement,
Eden Ahbez,
Excepter,
DJ Style,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
The Remains,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.