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 Lebanon and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flamin' Groovies to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Tommy Roe,
Minnie Riperton,
Silicon Teens,
Moebius,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacob Miller,
Althea and Donna,
Blossom Toes,
Surgeon,
Hot Snakes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scratch Acid,
Television,
Morten Harket,
Pantytec,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
U.S. Maple,
Liliput,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
Hoover,
Ken Boothe,
Jandek,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Axelrod,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blake Baxter,
Rufus Thomas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hardrive,
PIL,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Intrusion,
JFA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Womack,
Shoche,
Suicide,
The Saints,
Nico,
The Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
The Smoke,
The Sound,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ponytail,
Fear,
Throbbing Gristle,
Darondo,
The Selecter,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Bourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.