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 Switzerland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Victims to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The J.B.'s,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Tim Buckley,
Eden Ahbez,
Buzzcocks,
Mad Mike,
Pussy Galore,
Lindisfarne,
Reagan Youth,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Lynne,
Nils Olav,
The Divine Comedy,
DNA,
Wire,
Slick Rick,
Darondo,
Neu!,
Absolute Body Control,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Bauhaus,
Rhythm & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doors,
Eurythmics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Zeros,
Iggy Pop,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Christie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Sonics,
The Pop Group,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Young Marble Giants,
Connie Case,
David McCallum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eddi Front,
Yazoo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swans,
The Motions,
Archie Shepp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Massinfluence,
The Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
The Techniques,
Au Pairs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Bourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.