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 Spain and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Howard Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slave,
Organ,
Susan Cadogan,
Aswad,
Trumans Water,
Sandy B,
Groovy Waters,
Panda Bear,
Sound Behaviour,
Fluxion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Golliwogs,
Byron Stingily,
Spandau Ballet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maurizio,
Deakin,
Drexciya,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
B.T. Express,
Funky Four + One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ten City,
Henry Cow,
Anakelly,
Scientists,
The Barracudas,
The J.B.'s,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Little Man,
Lucky Dragons,
Pulsallama,
Sparks,
Television,
Lightning Bolt,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Standells,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Clarke,
Adolescents,
Davy DMX,
Aloha Tigers,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kenny Larkin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxy Music,
Excepter,
Terry Callier,
Hardrive,
Man Eating Sloth,
PIL,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.