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 Qatar and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Goldenarms to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Fuzztones,
Y Pants,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Altered Images,
Donny Hathaway,
The Raincoats,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dirtbombs,
Henry Cow,
Eli Mardock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Bad Manners,
Tommy Roe,
Soul II Soul,
Crispy Ambulance,
Idris Muhammad,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers,
Thee Headcoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glenn Branca,
The Smoke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crash Course in Science,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moebius,
Boz Scaggs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fatback Band,
Stetsasonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Erasure,
The Fortunes,
Basic Channel,
Max Romeo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visage,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Count Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Janne Schatter,
The Invisible,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cymande,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reuben Wilson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fall,
Swans,
Bobby Womack,
The Monks,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.