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 Jordan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Raincoats to the techno 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pulsallama,
DJ Style,
Audionom,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June of 44,
The Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Lower 48,
Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Golliwogs,
The Motions,
Jeff Mills,
June Days,
Pylon,
Index,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anakelly,
Chrome,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Archie Shepp,
AZ,
Quadrant,
Derrick Morgan,
World's Most,
Schoolly D,
Brothers Johnson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Lydon,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Symarip,
The Happenings,
Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Sheep,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Associates,
Sound Behaviour,
Erasure,
Crooked Eye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Peter and Kerry,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.