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 Turkey and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the crunk 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Scan 7,
The Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Pagans,
Mandrill,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Hill,
The Real Kids,
L. Decosne,
Joe Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside,
DJ Sneak,
48th St. Collective,
June of 44,
Newcleus,
Joe Finger,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Organ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ice-T,
Jacob Miller,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fatback Band,
Brass Construction,
Derrick May,
John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
The Invisible,
Severed Heads,
Cameo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terry Callier,
Das Ding,
Josef K,
Erasure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
China Crisis,
Supertramp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Second Layer,
Q65,
Fugazi,
Black Sheep,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Bowie,
The Gladiators,
Circle Jerks,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rites of Spring,
Barry Ungar,
Rotary Connection,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.