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 El Salvador and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 Yaz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Sonic Youth,
Motorama,
Rotary Connection,
The Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantytec,
Essential Logic,
Depeche Mode,
The Motions,
Ponytail,
OOIOO,
Bush Tetras,
The Golliwogs,
One Last Wish,
Warren Ellis,
Qualms,
Black Bananas,
Sugar Minott,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blake Baxter,
Tres Demented,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Surgeon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Style,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jandek,
Skriet,
The Smoke,
Moby Grape,
Minny Pops,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gladiators,
John Foxx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pulsallama,
Joensuu 1685,
The Walker Brothers,
the Swans,
cv313,
The Fortunes,
Talk Talk,
Zero Boys,
Gong,
Steve Hackett,
Wings,
Yazoo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Basic Channel,
ABBA,
Rufus Thomas,
Al Stewart,
The Raincoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Star Department,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Main Source,
Siglo XX,
The Victims,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.