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 Mali and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 The Saints to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
ABBA,
Vladislav Delay,
Dawn Penn,
Thee Headcoats,
These Immortal Souls,
U.S. Maple,
Model 500,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Germs,
The Pretty Things,
Neu!,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed,
Nas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eurythmics,
Donny Hathaway,
the Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Tremeloes,
David Bowie,
The Cure,
Deakin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Metal Thangz,
KRS-One,
Barbara Tucker,
Moebius,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Saints,
Peter and Kerry,
Liliput,
The Skatalites,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June Days,
Chris & Cosey,
Hot Snakes,
Althea and Donna,
Desert Stars,
Niagra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aural Exciters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New York Dolls,
Barry Ungar,
David McCallum,
Y Pants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funky Four + One,
Gong,
Tears for Fears,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lindisfarne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smoke,
Interpol,
Reagan Youth,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.