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 Barbados and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Searchers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drexciya,
The Misunderstood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hoover,
The Martian,
The Barracudas,
The Monochrome Set,
Absolute Body Control,
Skarface,
Lou Reed,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Accadde A,
Little Man,
Thompson Twins,
Neu!,
Sixth Finger,
Mantronix,
Maleditus Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
MDC,
Japan,
Desert Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun City Girls,
Cymande,
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Organ,
Harry Pussy,
Outsiders,
The Moody Blues,
Marvin Gaye,
U.S. Maple,
The Associates,
Model 500,
The Wake,
Roger Hodgson,
Hot Snakes,
Bauhaus,
Technova,
Gabor Szabo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Buckinghams,
The Raincoats,
Mad Mike,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
Scan 7,
Make Up,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.