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 Mongolia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Marcia Griffiths to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
R.M.O.,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultra Naté,
PIL,
Black Moon,
Thee Headcoats,
Unrelated Segments,
The Invisible,
Lucky Dragons,
Urselle,
Connie Case,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
AZ,
Los Fastidios,
Spandau Ballet,
Chrome,
Mr. Review,
Arthur Verocai,
Gabor Szabo,
Y Pants,
Gichy Dan,
Sugar Minott,
Mad Mike,
Joe Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Desert Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Don Cherry,
Hot Snakes,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Bananas,
Minnie Riperton,
The Durutti Column,
Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Deadbeat,
Panda Bear,
Cybotron,
Monks,
Lakeside,
Godley & Creme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Parry Music,
The Associates,
10cc,
Prince Buster,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Stooges,
The Vogues,
Jeff Lynne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Offenders,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arcadia,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.