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 Norway and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 K-Klass to the electroclash 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Deakin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neu!,
Joy Division,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agent Orange,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Clear Light,
Motorama,
Black Moon,
John Lydon,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxette,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-101,
The Gladiators,
Vainqueur,
Byron Stingily,
Grey Daturas,
Television Personalities,
Rod Modell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minutemen,
a-ha,
Liliput,
Crash Course in Science,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Busters,
Michelle Simonal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quantec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
AZ,
Cheater Slicks,
Depeche Mode,
Tears for Fears,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Zeros,
Colin Newman,
A Certain Ratio,
Laurel Aitken,
Aswad,
Hardrive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blancmange,
L. Decosne,
The Fortunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Henry Cow,
Maleditus Sound,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.