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 Lebanon and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Frankie Knuckles to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Cure,
Outsiders,
Lower 48,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bush Tetras,
10cc,
The Names,
the Swans,
Quadrant,
Rapeman,
Mission of Burma,
Unrelated Segments,
Arthur Verocai,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Green,
a-ha,
The Mojo Men,
Adolescents,
Clear Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funkadelic,
In Retrospect,
John Cale,
the Germs,
Rekid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liliput,
Mandrill,
Bronski Beat,
Sonic Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Blancmange,
Mo-Dettes,
The Leaves,
Symarip,
Gang Gang Dance,
Susan Cadogan,
Kenny Larkin,
Dead Boys,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
Soul II Soul,
Loose Ends,
The Busters,
Rod Modell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gabor Szabo,
Jawbox,
X-101,
Procol Harum,
Kurtis Blow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Steve Hackett,
Pole,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.