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 Botswana and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Dawn Penn to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Lucky Dragons,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Buckinghams,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tommy Roe,
Mad Mike,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
Althea and Donna,
Ponytail,
Deadbeat,
Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tubeway Army,
Los Fastidios,
Ultra Naté,
Inner City,
Mo-Dettes,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker,
Buzzcocks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Spoonie Gee,
Pylon,
Fela Kuti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blake Baxter,
Chrome,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cecil Taylor,
Panda Bear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liliput,
New Order,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deepchord,
Marmalade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eli Mardock,
The Remains,
Moss Icon,
Lindisfarne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nas,
The Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
48th St. Collective,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Don Cherry,
Jacob Miller,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.