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 Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 X-102 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lungfish,
Bronski Beat,
Index,
Nirvana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
OOIOO,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Sherman,
Aural Exciters,
Sex Pistols,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Sneak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
AZ,
Cymande,
Wire,
Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Chris Corsano,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fear,
Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Icehouse,
The Invisible,
Young Marble Giants,
Flipper,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Almond,
The Blackbyrds,
Agent Orange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skarface,
Connie Case,
The Associates,
Matthew Bourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erasure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gladiators,
Grey Daturas,
JFA,
Eden Ahbez,
T. Rex,
Nation of Ulysses,
Michelle Simonal,
Ten City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.