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 Mauritius and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Walker Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Stooges,
Ronnie Foster,
One Last Wish,
Lalann,
MC5,
Spandau Ballet,
Camouflage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Little Man,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Simply Red,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Lynne,
Absolute Body Control,
Stereo Dub,
Can,
Quantec,
Urselle,
Sonic Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tommy Roe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül,
Kas Product,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Steve Hackett,
Aswad,
Delta 5,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glenn Branca,
Patti Smith,
Country Teasers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mandrill,
Gang of Four,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Görl,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alice Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Tears for Fears,
the Swans,
Siglo XX,
Malaria!,
John Foxx,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul II Soul,
Sister Nancy,
Erykah Badu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sällskapet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.