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 Samoa and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
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 oboe 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 Harmonia to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warsaw,
Schoolly D,
Shoche,
Section 25,
Das Ding,
H. Thieme,
Yaz,
Darondo,
Althea and Donna,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Warren Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aaron Thompson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
The Zeros,
Talk Talk,
Agent Orange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Sheep,
The Star Department,
The Leaves,
Gichy Dan,
Barbara Tucker,
Nik Kershaw,
UT,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Little Man,
Wings,
The Smoke,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Busters,
Amon Düül,
The Black Dice,
Harmonia,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Mills,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Almond,
Deadbeat,
the Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
The Offenders,
Spoonie Gee,
The Residents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magazine,
Zapp,
Pussy Galore,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.