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 Malta and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 John Foxx to the punk 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Magma,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Infiniti,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Young Rascals,
The Slits,
Agitation Free,
Graham Central Station,
Panda Bear,
Sixth Finger,
One Last Wish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Motorama,
Neu!,
Tubeway Army,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boz Scaggs,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Monolake,
H. Thieme,
The Dirtbombs,
Mr. Review,
U.S. Maple,
Cybotron,
Yusef Lateef,
Sister Nancy,
Flipper,
Radio Birdman,
The Smiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hashim,
the Slits,
The Motions,
Franke,
Moss Icon,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Lynne,
Stiv Bators,
The Misunderstood,
Warren Ellis,
The Skatalites,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Skaos,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.