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 St Lucia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 OOIOO to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Oneida,
Intrusion,
Franke,
Babytalk,
Cluster,
Godley & Creme,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Zeros,
Harmonia,
The Five Americans,
Stiv Bators,
The Dirtbombs,
Royal Trux,
Todd Terry,
One Last Wish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crime,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Age Steppers,
Delta 5,
The Gladiators,
The Walker Brothers,
This Heat,
Suicide,
China Crisis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brothers Johnson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swell Maps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crash Course in Science,
Pulsallama,
Q and Not U,
Aswad,
Jawbox,
Camberwell Now,
Ten City,
Max Romeo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonic Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Finger,
Skarface,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker,
T.S.O.L.,
The Searchers,
Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.