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 Ecuador and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Fela Kuti to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
FM Einheit,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-101,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zapp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slackers,
Little Man,
Youth Brigade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Silicon Teens,
Sam Rivers,
Bluetip,
A Certain Ratio,
Desert Stars,
Masters at Work,
Cal Tjader,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonic Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dark Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Godley & Creme,
K-Klass,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Banda Bassotti,
Slave,
Harmonia,
The Residents,
Underground Resistance,
Tubeway Army,
Buzzcocks,
John Holt,
Arcadia,
Carl Craig,
Agitation Free,
Von Mondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Standells,
Pylon,
Colin Newman,
Scion,
Dawn Penn,
Symarip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Almond,
Toni Rubio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Talk Talk,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cybotron,
Archie Shepp,
Ultimate Spinach,
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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.