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 Mali and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 CMW to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Barracudas,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mark Hollis,
Porter Ricks,
Hoover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Guru Guru,
Mantronix,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mr. Review,
Scion,
Pantaleimon,
The Residents,
Laurel Aitken,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Main Source,
Crime,
World's Most,
Crash Course in Science,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jimmy McGriff,
kango's stein massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Dolphy,
June Days,
Blancmange,
Terry Callier,
Alison Limerick,
Faust,
The Gories,
Public Enemy,
Loose Ends,
Thee Headcoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Lynne,
Smog,
Royal Trux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Holt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television,
Anakelly,
The Martian,
Dual Sessions,
Unrelated Segments,
The New Christs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slits,
The Star Department,
David Axelrod,
Easy Going,
The Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Iggy Pop,
Maurizio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.