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 United Kingdom and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Charles Mingus to the crunk 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
the Association,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson,
Mo-Dettes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Terry,
Bob Dylan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Qualms,
Das Ding,
Los Fastidios,
Sun City Girls,
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scan 7,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skarface,
Agent Orange,
The Golliwogs,
Henry Cow,
The Walker Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Mantronix,
Andrew Hill,
Peter & Gordon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cowsills,
PIL,
Davy DMX,
Cameo,
Tears for Fears,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Metal Thangz,
Severed Heads,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gun Club,
The Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Ludus,
The Mummies,
Max Romeo,
Harmonia,
Audionom,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Colin Newman,
The Wake,
the Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Marmalade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.