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 Austria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Moebius to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ituana,
Jerry's Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Fear,
Bush Tetras,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cheater Slicks,
D'Angelo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Iggy Pop,
Peter & Gordon,
The Raincoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fluxion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
EPMD,
Yaz,
John Lydon,
Peter and Kerry,
Carl Craig,
Wire,
Quadrant,
The Fortunes,
Oneida,
Hashim,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Shoche,
Amazonics,
The Gories,
Amon Düül II,
Unrelated Segments,
Television,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Danielle Patucci,
Audionom,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barry Ungar,
The Gun Club,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Bananas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Piero Umiliani,
The Happenings,
Camouflage,
Panda Bear,
PIL,
Ossler,
Lyres,
This Heat,
Half Japanese,
The Velvet Underground,
Lee Hazlewood,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.