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 Switzerland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ten City to the punk 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Fraelich,
Janne Schatter,
Ludus,
John Foxx,
Alison Limerick,
Quando Quango,
Subhumans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bluetip,
H. Thieme,
Surgeon,
Todd Rundgren,
Al Stewart,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
This Heat,
Don Cherry,
Reuben Wilson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lyres,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Style,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sparks,
Fluxion,
Altered Images,
Wings,
Basic Channel,
Qualms,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed,
Average White Band,
Erasure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Offenders,
The Last Poets,
Urselle,
Josef K,
Graham Central Station,
The Real Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Moby Grape,
MDC,
The Move,
Swell Maps,
Joe Smooth,
CMW,
The Red Krayola,
Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Anakelly,
Wally Richardson,
The Slackers,
Hashim,
Cluster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Slits,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.