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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Echospace to the grunge 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
KRS-One,
Adolescents,
The Young Rascals,
Ronan,
The Gun Club,
Radiohead,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick May,
Public Enemy,
Saccharine Trust,
CMW,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Siglo XX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fire Engines,
The Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terry Callier,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Motions,
Dual Sessions,
Bizarre Inc.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pole,
Ultra Naté,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funkadelic,
Desert Stars,
cv313,
Warren Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Joey Negro,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joensuu 1685,
Ornette Coleman,
Amazonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Swans,
Second Layer,
Eli Mardock,
Icehouse,
Robert Hood,
Gang Green,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Association,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spandau Ballet,
Suburban Knight,
The Invisible,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Görl,
Newcleus,
The Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.