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 Swaziland and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harmonia to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Marine Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Scion,
Absolute Body Control,
Carl Craig,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fear,
The Busters,
Audionom,
Joe Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Age Steppers,
X-102,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swans,
Roxy Music,
Connie Case,
the Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Holt,
Los Fastidios,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doors,
Jerry's Kids,
Sandy B,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joey Negro,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Barracudas,
Swell Maps,
Maleditus Sound,
The Motions,
Thompson Twins,
LL Cool J,
The Blackbyrds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Pylon,
Kayak,
Prince Buster,
Franke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Average White Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nirvana,
The New Christs,
Graham Central Station,
Cymande,
Suburban Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Stiv Bators,
The Victims,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.