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 Germany and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Oneida to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Television Personalities,
Kaleidoscope,
The Trojans,
Wings,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fortunes,
The Cramps,
Gichy Dan,
Scan 7,
Swell Maps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The New Christs,
The Young Rascals,
U.S. Maple,
Ronnie Foster,
Essential Logic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick May,
Vainqueur,
The Searchers,
Aswad,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacques Brel,
Suicide,
Radio Birdman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Moon,
Pantaleimon,
Franke,
Lakeside,
The Evens,
Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
Hasil Adkins,
Trumans Water,
Henry Cow,
10cc,
Reuben Wilson,
Terry Callier,
The Smoke,
The Moleskins,
the Germs,
Black Flag,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monochrome Set,
Metal Thangz,
Nirvana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Magma,
The Names,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Carl Craig,
Marshall Jefferson,
Little Man,
Yazoo,
The Divine Comedy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.