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 Nepal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Jandek to the techno 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Names,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Angels of Light,
The Happenings,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
Q65,
Toni Rubio,
Ultravox,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radio Birdman,
CMW,
Iggy Pop,
Mantronix,
Blossom Toes,
Rakim,
Ten City,
LL Cool J,
Sarah Menescal,
Simply Red,
Minor Threat,
Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiohead,
Frankie Knuckles,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ituana,
Tubeway Army,
The Last Poets,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mars,
Tim Buckley,
This Heat,
The Monks,
Alton Ellis,
The Wake,
Procol Harum,
Dual Sessions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Motions,
Sam Rivers,
Glenn Branca,
Darondo,
Monks,
The Mummies,
Sight & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Max Romeo,
Sun City Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.