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 Nauru and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jandek to the jazz 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Bob Dylan,
Tres Demented,
Laurel Aitken,
Gerry Rafferty,
Essential Logic,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Five Americans,
Mad Mike,
Ossler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barry Ungar,
Colin Newman,
Scientists,
Kaleidoscope,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gun Club,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agent Orange,
Moebius,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABBA,
Alice Coltrane,
AZ,
Matthew Bourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Panda Bear,
Altered Images,
Jacob Miller,
Lindisfarne,
10cc,
Aural Exciters,
Minutemen,
Y Pants,
MDC,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Searchers,
Fluxion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Freddie Wadling,
Eli Mardock,
Danielle Patucci,
The Busters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skaos,
Little Man,
Whodini,
Ituana,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxy Music,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
Cluster,
One Last Wish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mission of Burma,
kango's stein massive,
Los Fastidios,
Don Cherry,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.