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 Ireland and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Depeche Mode to the techno 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Hardrive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pole,
Boz Scaggs,
Alison Limerick,
Wally Richardson,
Adolescents,
The Velvet Underground,
Josef K,
Das Ding,
Yazoo,
The Smoke,
Guru Guru,
Neu!,
Quantec,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Standells,
X-Ray Spex,
kango's stein massive,
Tim Buckley,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Severed Heads,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Popol Vuh,
Soulsonic Force,
Amazonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Livin' Joy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tropical Tobacco,
World's Most,
Scientists,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grey Daturas,
Ultravox,
Groovy Waters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Pus,
Minutemen,
Howard Jones,
The Golliwogs,
The Red Krayola,
Rekid,
Ice-T,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Interpol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brass Construction,
JFA,
Hasil Adkins,
Television,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.