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 Libya and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Scrapy to the crunk 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Pole,
Deakin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Average White Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Nico,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
The Barracudas,
Mo-Dettes,
Intrusion,
Smog,
Hasil Adkins,
AZ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Fraelich,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Germs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fluxion,
The Smoke,
Michelle Simonal,
Sixth Finger,
OOIOO,
Marc Almond,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gun Club,
the Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mojo Men,
Drexciya,
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bush Tetras,
Whodini,
Robert Görl,
Brick,
Sun Ra,
Camouflage,
Lyres,
The Modern Lovers,
Archie Shepp,
Quantec,
The Raincoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mars,
Metal Thangz,
Sex Pistols,
The Human League,
CMW,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Surgeon,
Jeff Lynne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Copeland,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.