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 Tonga and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Camouflage to the electroclash 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Blossom Toes,
Whodini,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ituana,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Halsall,
Tommy Roe,
Y Pants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ponytail,
Delon & Dalcan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masters at Work,
Icehouse,
Bad Manners,
Ultravox,
The Human League,
Hoover,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick May,
The Blackbyrds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Smooth,
The Smoke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
One Last Wish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Cell,
UT,
The Walker Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Average White Band,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Nils Olav,
The Dirtbombs,
John Cale,
Swans,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker,
Chris & Cosey,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
These Immortal Souls,
The Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Stiv Bators,
Deadbeat,
The Selecter,
Moebius,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hasil Adkins,
Royal Trux,
Brothers Johnson,
H. Thieme,
X-101,
James White and The Blacks,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.