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 Austria and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Real Kids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
H. Thieme,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Copeland,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gap Band,
Black Flag,
Minor Threat,
The Searchers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crooked Eye,
The Fire Engines,
Faust,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Enemy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cramps,
Accadde A,
Essential Logic,
Delon & Dalcan,
David McCallum,
The Music Machine,
MC5,
Hardrive,
China Crisis,
Joyce Sims,
The Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mantronix,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amazonics,
Reagan Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
kango's stein massive,
The Buckinghams,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Robert Görl,
DJ Sneak,
Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Absolute Body Control,
Little Man,
The Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Machine,
Q and Not U,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.