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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Boredoms to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Grauzone,
Inner City,
Gabor Szabo,
Little Man,
Neu!,
The Raincoats,
Ultra Naté,
Rod Modell,
OOIOO,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Girls At Our Best!,
LL Cool J,
Rhythm & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
June Days,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q and Not U,
Hardrive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Urselle,
Brass Construction,
The Barracudas,
Brick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bauhaus,
Icehouse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barrington Levy,
PIL,
U.S. Maple,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Clear Light,
Harry Pussy,
Heaven 17,
The Kinks,
The Buckinghams,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minutemen,
Radiohead,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faust,
Man Parrish,
the Germs,
The Fuzztones,
Pierre Henry,
John Holt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Agent Orange,
The Angels of Light,
Oneida,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.