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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terry Callier to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Minnie Riperton,
Minor Threat,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Lynne,
The Saints,
Kaleidoscope,
James White and The Blacks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radio Birdman,
Marvin Gaye,
The Modern Lovers,
the Swans,
Visage,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barbara Tucker,
Nik Kershaw,
Barrington Levy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doors,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maurizio,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed,
Man Parrish,
X-102,
The Mojo Men,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Invisible,
Davy DMX,
The Durutti Column,
Iggy Pop,
Hoover,
Interpol,
Bobby Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Blossom Toes,
Roxy Music,
Derrick May,
In Retrospect,
Country Teasers,
Todd Terry,
Colin Newman,
Joe Smooth,
Urselle,
China Crisis,
The Gap Band,
Sparks,
Dual Sessions,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Grass Roots,
Hasil Adkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.