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 Bahrain and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 John Lydon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donny Hathaway,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Görl,
The Litter,
Yaz,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter and Kerry,
One Last Wish,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Five Americans,
Morten Harket,
Severed Heads,
Traffic Nightmare,
Judy Mowatt,
Mars,
Warsaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers,
Archie Shepp,
The Stooges,
Qualms,
Joe Smooth,
Main Source,
Unwound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Copeland,
10cc,
Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Sparks,
Stockholm Monsters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
Boredoms,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Wells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scratch Acid,
Man Parrish,
June of 44,
Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Godley & Creme,
Wally Richardson,
The Birthday Party,
Moby Grape,
The Victims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Graham Central Station,
Marine Girls,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.