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 Grenada and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Lindisfarne to the techno 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A 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 Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blancmange,
Mo-Dettes,
Circle Jerks,
OOIOO,
David Bowie,
The Mojo Men,
The Count Five,
Connie Case,
Chris & Cosey,
Young Marble Giants,
Aswad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Foxx,
The Fuzztones,
The Tremeloes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Bluetip,
Agitation Free,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skarface,
Alison Limerick,
Inner City,
Sun City Girls,
The Gories,
John Lydon,
48th St. Collective,
Don Cherry,
L. Decosne,
Rakim,
Lakeside,
Dead Boys,
Fluxion,
Nico,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Freddie Wadling,
Q65,
The Moleskins,
Deakin,
Malaria!,
Carl Craig,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cramps,
Wolf Eyes,
Maleditus Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pop Group,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Selecter,
Sex Pistols,
Laurel Aitken,
Pere Ubu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.