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 South Sudan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Yazoo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Pretty Things,
Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Henry Cow,
Kayak,
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Severed Heads,
Albert Ayler,
Yaz,
Fugazi,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure,
Bobby Womack,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Bourne,
Hoover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Metal Thangz,
Gabor Szabo,
Rotary Connection,
Alice Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Rufus Thomas,
Underground Resistance,
T.S.O.L.,
OOIOO,
The Evens,
Los Fastidios,
Letta Mbulu,
Monolake,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül,
Niagra,
Monks,
Dead Boys,
Moss Icon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Standells,
Eddi Front,
Babytalk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chrome,
CMW,
Bad Manners,
PIL,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Hill,
Pylon,
The Saints,
Laurel Aitken,
Wire,
The Seeds,
Little Man,
Stereo Dub,
Nirvana,
Carl Craig,
Eve St. Jones,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.