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 Colombia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Bush Tetras to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiohead,
Eurythmics,
Massinfluence,
Erasure,
D'Angelo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shoche,
ABBA,
Magma,
Sam Rivers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gichy Dan,
The Victims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
The Tremeloes,
Pantytec,
the Swans,
The Five Americans,
Kas Product,
Henry Cow,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jawbox,
Icehouse,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
Grey Daturas,
Livin' Joy,
Minutemen,
Saccharine Trust,
the Bar-Kays,
Delon & Dalcan,
Josef K,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lindisfarne,
China Crisis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smoke,
James White and The Blacks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxette,
Neil Young,
Sandy B,
Yazoo,
Darondo,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oneida,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kayak,
Sun Ra,
Joy Division,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.