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 Micronesia and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Order to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Japan 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 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Quadrant,
Chris Corsano,
World's Most,
T.S.O.L.,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Techniques,
Gang Gang Dance,
June Days,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yazoo,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
Parry Music,
Circle Jerks,
Deepchord,
Steve Hackett,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Motions,
Sight & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Crash Course in Science,
Quando Quango,
Barry Ungar,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantytec,
Fear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Junior Murvin,
Yellowson,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker,
Nils Olav,
Graham Central Station,
AZ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sister Nancy,
The Moleskins,
Thee Headcoats,
Don Cherry,
Half Japanese,
The Pretty Things,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
ABBA,
Public Enemy,
Ice-T,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hot Snakes,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Starr,
X-101,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.