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 Brazil and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the electroclash 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
The Count Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ludus,
Deepchord,
Terry Callier,
The Mojo Men,
Scan 7,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
The Seeds,
Prince Buster,
The Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MC5,
Gang Starr,
Lucky Dragons,
Simply Red,
Bauhaus,
The Techniques,
Shoche,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bad Manners,
Harmonia,
The Barracudas,
Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Moss Icon,
KRS-One,
Sarah Menescal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deakin,
The Toasters,
Monks,
The Real Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
Zero Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Move,
Von Mondo,
Joe Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Sex Pistols,
Stetsasonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric B and Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jawbox,
Warsaw,
Excepter,
Funkadelic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.