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 Fiji and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 the Fania All-Stars to the disco 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Wyatt,
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
The Leaves,
Peter and Kerry,
Jandek,
Ohio Players,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
10cc,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
AZ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Parrish,
Outsiders,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
The Martian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacques Brel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiopuhelimet,
H. Thieme,
Pantytec,
E-Dancer,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Japan,
The J.B.'s,
MDC,
Nick Fraelich,
Reuben Wilson,
Negative Approach,
Sandy B,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
F. McDonald,
The Gladiators,
The Moody Blues,
Deakin,
Interpol,
Saccharine Trust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Pagans,
The Dead C,
Wings,
Howard Jones,
Blossom Toes,
Sixth Finger,
Au Pairs,
Derrick Morgan,
Tim Buckley,
Bluetip,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.