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 Palau and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Toasters to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
JFA,
Chris & Cosey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Al Stewart,
New Order,
Tim Buckley,
Royal Trux,
Sonic Youth,
Brand Nubian,
The Litter,
Masters at Work,
Crime,
Rekid,
These Immortal Souls,
Camberwell Now,
Jacob Miller,
Motorama,
Soft Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Toasters,
Ken Boothe,
John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nils Olav,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q65,
Swell Maps,
Bill Near,
The Index,
Warren Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
David Axelrod,
Black Sheep,
Tommy Roe,
Roger Hodgson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scrapy,
The Evens,
Clear Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
Altered Images,
Flash Fearless,
Dawn Penn,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Byron Stingily,
Minor Threat,
Animal Collective,
Hoover,
The Beau Brummels,
Index,
Yaz,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.