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 Chad and from New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Pylon to the rock 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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Aaron Thompson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rapeman,
Johnny Clarke,
Crime,
Funkadelic,
Black Sheep,
The Walker Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Maleditus Sound,
Altered Images,
Angry Samoans,
The Real Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Aswad,
The Index,
The Divine Comedy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
The Misunderstood,
Erykah Badu,
Banda Bassotti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Anthony Braxton,
R.M.O.,
Reuben Wilson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cowsills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
The Names,
Alison Limerick,
Masters at Work,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Victims,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare,
Lindisfarne,
Roxette,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marmalade,
The United States of America,
Blossom Toes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Morten Harket,
Qualms,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Hill,
Minutemen,
Joe Smooth,
Lungfish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stereo Dub,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.