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 Kenya and from London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Rapeman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
10cc,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blackbyrds,
David McCallum,
Porter Ricks,
Wolf Eyes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris Corsano,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Outsiders,
Franke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dawn Penn,
Warren Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Happenings,
David Bowie,
The Raincoats,
The Dirtbombs,
The Durutti Column,
The Misunderstood,
Vladislav Delay,
Terry Callier,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fugs,
Rotary Connection,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Lydon,
The Doors,
Albert Ayler,
Ronan,
Ludus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cecil Taylor,
Funkadelic,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Selecter,
Bang On A Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Connie Case,
The United States of America,
Joy Division,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Real Kids,
Black Sheep,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Remains,
The Blues Magoos,
cv313,
The Divine Comedy,
Reagan Youth,
The Zeros,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.