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 Guinea-Bissau and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the electroclash 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Newcleus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxette,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacob Miller,
The Modern Lovers,
Junior Murvin,
Q and Not U,
Joey Negro,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders,
FM Einheit,
Scratch Acid,
Dual Sessions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Grass Roots,
The Busters,
Cameo,
Sonic Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eurythmics,
Don Cherry,
The Blues Magoos,
Minor Threat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Motions,
These Immortal Souls,
the Association,
Reuben Wilson,
The Saints,
The Associates,
Erasure,
Kenny Larkin,
the Germs,
Pylon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Order,
Little Man,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wasted Youth,
Popol Vuh,
A Certain Ratio,
Freddie Wadling,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harmonia,
Altered Images,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aural Exciters,
The Pretty Things,
Black Bananas,
The Dead C,
Pharoah Sanders,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gichy Dan,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.