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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Angry Samoans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Jeff Lynne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Scientists,
Thompson Twins,
Rotary Connection,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jawbox,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Saints,
This Heat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q65,
Sällskapet,
Carl Craig,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Accadde A,
Warsaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aloha Tigers,
Average White Band,
Davy DMX,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gap Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tres Demented,
Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Judy Mowatt,
Oneida,
Gang Starr,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Almond,
The Neon Judgement,
Niagra,
Lyres,
Man Parrish,
Magma,
FM Einheit,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unrelated Segments,
Stereo Dub,
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
New York Dolls,
Underground Resistance,
Isaac Hayes,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zapp,
Glenn Branca,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.