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 Finland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Prince Buster to the grunge 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
This Heat,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Music Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cybotron,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Qualms,
JFA,
Tommy Roe,
Radiohead,
Barry Ungar,
Young Marble Giants,
John Coltrane,
The American Breed,
The Seeds,
The Fugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Loose Ends,
Alison Limerick,
Bauhaus,
Siglo XX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fugazi,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crime,
Fat Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Finger,
Lungfish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sparks,
B.T. Express,
Pantytec,
Second Layer,
Basic Channel,
Cheater Slicks,
The Searchers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dave Gahan,
Aaron Thompson,
The Standells,
Ohio Players,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Gabor Szabo,
Moby Grape,
Wasted Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Copeland,
Jandek,
Cymande,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arab on Radar,
The Fall,
Harry Pussy,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.