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 Germany and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Guru Guru to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Pus,
Silicon Teens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick May,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Bourne,
The Tremeloes,
Connie Case,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alphaville,
Unwound,
Goldenarms,
Ohio Players,
Fad Gadget,
Kerrie Biddell,
Adolescents,
Visage,
Minutemen,
Prince Buster,
Television Personalities,
Peter and Kerry,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Khruangbin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sound,
John Foxx,
Radio Birdman,
The Wake,
DJ Style,
Y Pants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Model 500,
Sister Nancy,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Susan Cadogan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Buzzcocks,
Darondo,
Angry Samoans,
Magma,
Don Cherry,
The Smiths,
Jeff Lynne,
This Heat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Negative Approach,
The Skatalites,
Fear,
The Gap Band,
John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.