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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Juan Atkins to the disco 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Hot Snakes,
The Young Rascals,
Cecil Taylor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül II,
Carl Craig,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hoover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Darondo,
The Wake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Circle Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Hasil Adkins,
Sex Pistols,
Moby Grape,
Alphaville,
Radiopuhelimet,
Youth Brigade,
Flipper,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Knickerbockers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Swans,
Henry Cow,
Jacques Brel,
Rosa Yemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Halsall,
Sixth Finger,
Lungfish,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalann,
The Monks,
Moss Icon,
The United States of America,
Barbara Tucker,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Buzzcocks,
Lyres,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unwound,
Bobby Womack,
Quadrant,
The Dave Clark Five,
Groovy Waters,
Shoche,
Deadbeat,
The Standells,
Minnie Riperton,
Dark Day,
Angry Samoans,
Minor Threat,
Crash Course in Science,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.