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 Algeria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Throbbing Gristle 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Sparks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Sister Nancy,
Mo-Dettes,
Cybotron,
Albert Ayler,
Babytalk,
cv313,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
Television Personalities,
Roxette,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marvin Gaye,
CMW,
Subhumans,
Lou Christie,
The Doors,
Steve Hackett,
The Saints,
Unrelated Segments,
Visage,
LL Cool J,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jandek,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Coltrane,
New Order,
The Associates,
Agitation Free,
The Divine Comedy,
The Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arab on Radar,
Talk Talk,
Deepchord,
The Pretty Things,
Oneida,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quando Quango,
Piero Umiliani,
Slave,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare,
Organ,
Loose Ends,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Smog,
Kenny Larkin,
June Days,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Khruangbin,
Swans,
Wings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.