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 Haiti and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grime 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Clear Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Davy DMX,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Rundgren,
F. McDonald,
Arcadia,
Nick Fraelich,
Wolf Eyes,
K-Klass,
Ohio Players,
The Fuzztones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pere Ubu,
Dorothy Ashby,
La Düsseldorf,
Blake Baxter,
Fela Kuti,
Scan 7,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stiv Bators,
The Red Krayola,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dennis Brown,
Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Q and Not U,
Nils Olav,
Rosa Yemen,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Machine,
The Fall,
Sex Pistols,
Chrome,
Cheater Slicks,
Quando Quango,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fifty Foot Hose,
H. Thieme,
Newcleus,
Jeff Lynne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Toasters,
The Searchers,
Marine Girls,
The Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reagan Youth,
The Last Poets,
Vladislav Delay,
John Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
The Real Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doors,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.