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 Morocco and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hardrive,
Rekid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ten City,
Bill Near,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantytec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Wings,
The Techniques,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Metal Thangz,
Hoover,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Mills,
Make Up,
The Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Prince Buster,
The Barracudas,
PIL,
Freddie Wadling,
The Beau Brummels,
Shoche,
Lower 48,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Parry Music,
The Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
This Heat,
Gabor Szabo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angry Samoans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Connie Case,
The Names,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Almond,
Moby Grape,
Agitation Free,
New York Dolls,
Chris & Cosey,
Patti Smith,
The United States of America,
Cymande,
Scrapy,
In Retrospect,
Soul Sonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glenn Branca,
Masters at Work,
Robert Görl,
Graham Central Station,
Barbara Tucker,
Grauzone,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.