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 Latvia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 The Techniques to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Ossler,
Tears for Fears,
Kayak,
Royal Trux,
D'Angelo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Halsall,
The Walker Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Cluster,
Sarah Menescal,
Marine Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Saints,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül,
ABC,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alphaville,
Motorama,
Pulsallama,
Jandek,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Zeros,
Half Japanese,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers,
Eurythmics,
Soulsonic Force,
Ice-T,
Joey Negro,
Dawn Penn,
The Count Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blackbyrds,
Oblivians,
Howard Jones,
Brick,
X-Ray Spex,
Simply Red,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Smooth,
Clear Light,
Fatback Band,
The Happenings,
The Fugs,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Section 25,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Erykah Badu,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.