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 Croatia and from New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
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 theremin 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 The Real Kids to the rock 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Green,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Clarke,
The Velvet Underground,
Zapp,
Stereo Dub,
Brick,
Stiv Bators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alton Ellis,
Davy DMX,
The Barracudas,
Ken Boothe,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Agent Orange,
Pere Ubu,
Roxette,
Soulsonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swell Maps,
Quadrant,
The Neon Judgement,
Mission of Burma,
The Kinks,
Ice-T,
Camberwell Now,
K-Klass,
Man Parrish,
The Fugs,
The Young Rascals,
Wally Richardson,
New Order,
The Offenders,
Charles Mingus,
Wings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pretty Things,
Scratch Acid,
Chris & Cosey,
Kas Product,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moebius,
The Standells,
Fluxion,
Bad Manners,
Lalann,
Joensuu 1685,
Terry Callier,
Suicide,
The American Breed,
Ponytail,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.