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 Nicaragua and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rapeman to the electroclash 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donny Hathaway,
Crash Course in Science,
Deadbeat,
The Evens,
Roxette,
Derrick May,
Subhumans,
Crooked Eye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Count Five,
The Raincoats,
Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
China Crisis,
Main Source,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra,
Chris & Cosey,
Faust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Knickerbockers,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sugar Minott,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxy Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deepchord,
Royal Trux,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Foxx,
Todd Rundgren,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soulsonic Force,
Basic Channel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Max Romeo,
The Victims,
Marc Almond,
Toni Rubio,
Pierre Henry,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Sneak,
Nils Olav,
the Normal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
The Modern Lovers,
Jandek,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.