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 Spain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scott Walker to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Terry Callier,
The Motions,
PIL,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Golliwogs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Smog,
U.S. Maple,
Inner City,
Pagans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bauhaus,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quando Quango,
Ornette Coleman,
Yazoo,
Bill Wells,
Negative Approach,
Whodini,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siglo XX,
Groovy Waters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camberwell Now,
Little Man,
Rekid,
Cluster,
Susan Cadogan,
Bob Dylan,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Byron Stingily,
Minnie Riperton,
Isaac Hayes,
Suburban Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pere Ubu,
Make Up,
Tres Demented,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Qualms,
the Human League,
Max Romeo,
Minutemen,
Soul II Soul,
Lower 48,
Gang Green,
Symarip,
B.T. Express,
Lee Hazlewood,
Saccharine Trust,
David Bowie,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Janne Schatter,
The Index,
New Order,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.