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 Somalia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
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 clarinet 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 Little Man to the techno 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young,
Sarah Menescal,
the Germs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siglo XX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donny Hathaway,
The Durutti Column,
AZ,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Newcleus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agitation Free,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Al Stewart,
The Slackers,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
CMW,
The Remains,
Sun Ra,
Niagra,
Piero Umiliani,
Cheater Slicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Das Ding,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erykah Badu,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Technova,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Morten Harket,
Crispian St. Peters,
DNA,
Magazine,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Swans,
Suburban Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gabor Szabo,
Scratch Acid,
Fat Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.