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 Turkey and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a clarinet 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
CMW,
Lakeside,
Faust,
Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Lynne,
The Trojans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masters at Work,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantytec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Juan Atkins,
Erykah Badu,
New Age Steppers,
The Grass Roots,
Glenn Branca,
Maurizio,
Lightning Bolt,
Khruangbin,
Rapeman,
These Immortal Souls,
Surgeon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sparks,
The Kinks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Skatalites,
Skaos,
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
The Star Department,
Sister Nancy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Icehouse,
Organ,
The Index,
Morten Harket,
Suicide,
Cameo,
The Victims,
U.S. Maple,
The Modern Lovers,
Audionom,
New Order,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Motorama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aural Exciters,
The Monks,
Qualms,
Harmonia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Hill,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.