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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Radiohead to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
Technova,
Peter & Gordon,
Buzzcocks,
June of 44,
Young Marble Giants,
the Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
The Walker Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Inner City,
Marc Almond,
MC5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pussy Galore,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Oneida,
Negative Approach,
Guru Guru,
Scientists,
June Days,
Josef K,
Eddi Front,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pop Group,
The Leaves,
B.T. Express,
Hasil Adkins,
Jandek,
New York Dolls,
Sarah Menescal,
Schoolly D,
Das Ding,
The Red Krayola,
Dave Gahan,
EPMD,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fela Kuti,
Mark Hollis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camouflage,
Graham Central Station,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bauhaus,
Agitation Free,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joy Division,
Brick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.