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 Antigua and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
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 chamberlin 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 The Residents to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Severed Heads,
Easy Going,
Khruangbin,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Divine Comedy,
Quando Quango,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rotary Connection,
The Last Poets,
Rapeman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
New Age Steppers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Underground Resistance,
Blossom Toes,
Roxette,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Fraelich,
Kayak,
Camouflage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aloha Tigers,
Bluetip,
PIL,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harmonia,
Scion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ituana,
The Walker Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Move,
Dave Gahan,
Pole,
Lower 48,
The Dirtbombs,
Sugar Minott,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Shoche,
10cc,
E-Dancer,
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fuzztones,
Crime,
Jandek,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.