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 Latvia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rock 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
China Crisis,
Rosa Yemen,
Eli Mardock,
Metal Thangz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Silicon Teens,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Axelrod,
The Index,
Ponytail,
Y Pants,
John Foxx,
ABC,
Mr. Review,
The Blues Magoos,
Prince Buster,
Circle Jerks,
the Swans,
KRS-One,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sound,
Avey Tare,
Cameo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mary Jane Girls,
Model 500,
The Fortunes,
The Move,
Steve Hackett,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
This Heat,
Amon Düül,
Todd Rundgren,
Junior Murvin,
OOIOO,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dead C,
Lyres,
Pere Ubu,
ABBA,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Fraelich,
Michelle Simonal,
F. McDonald,
Al Stewart,
Barrington Levy,
Boz Scaggs,
Slave,
The Martian,
cv313,
Flash Fearless,
Ossler,
The Cowsills,
The Cramps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.