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 Paraguay and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sisters of Mercy to the dance 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Moss Icon,
Oneida,
Minutemen,
Godley & Creme,
The Searchers,
The Leaves,
The Smiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronnie Foster,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy Collins,
JFA,
Aswad,
Tres Demented,
L. Decosne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gabor Szabo,
Neu!,
Anthony Braxton,
Absolute Body Control,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moebius,
Fat Boys,
Panda Bear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Bananas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mo-Dettes,
Subhumans,
Buzzcocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Roger Hodgson,
Bush Tetras,
Black Pus,
Model 500,
The Mummies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magazine,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zero Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Easy Going,
Bill Wells,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mantronix,
Roxette,
David McCallum,
Goldenarms,
Tears for Fears,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.