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 Kuwait and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 PIL to the grime 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Black Pus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jandek,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sparks,
the Swans,
Television Personalities,
F. McDonald,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Bar-Kays,
Wings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nico,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
Morten Harket,
Laurel Aitken,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül,
David McCallum,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Easy Going,
The Invisible,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q and Not U,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Lydon,
Yusef Lateef,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Angels of Light,
Sound Behaviour,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Guru Guru,
The Divine Comedy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siglo XX,
Pere Ubu,
the Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
H. Thieme,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker,
Altered Images,
The Gap Band,
Scan 7,
Dave Gahan,
Audionom,
Pagans,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.