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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Raincoats,
Au Pairs,
Sandy B,
Neu!,
Anthony Braxton,
Arthur Verocai,
Joy Division,
Surgeon,
Ten City,
Boredoms,
Charles Mingus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Pus,
Nico,
Sarah Menescal,
Joey Negro,
Wolf Eyes,
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Erykah Badu,
Pulsallama,
Fugazi,
E-Dancer,
Iggy Pop,
The Gun Club,
the Slits,
The Tremeloes,
the Normal,
Saccharine Trust,
Unwound,
Jacques Brel,
Crime,
PIL,
X-101,
Bob Dylan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed,
Malaria!,
Terrestrial Tones,
D'Angelo,
Spoonie Gee,
Lyres,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lakeside,
Second Layer,
The Gap Band,
Yellowson,
Maleditus Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Animal Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Jimmy McGriff,
Qualms,
Sixth Finger,
Black Bananas,
Pussy Galore,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül II,
Deakin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.