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 Australia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Dave Clark Five to the techno 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Fela Kuti,
Warsaw,
Delta 5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maleditus Sound,
R.M.O.,
The Gun Club,
Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
X-Ray Spex,
The Divine Comedy,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed,
The J.B.'s,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ossler,
D'Angelo,
Sister Nancy,
Crooked Eye,
Piero Umiliani,
Magma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
kango's stein massive,
Sam Rivers,
The Fall,
Freddie Wadling,
Animal Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zero Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Görl,
Simply Red,
Dead Boys,
The Gladiators,
Basic Channel,
The Flesh Eaters,
David McCallum,
John Foxx,
Hot Snakes,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Pantytec,
Albert Ayler,
Tres Demented,
Arcadia,
The Mummies,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stiv Bators,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Sherman,
The Red Krayola,
The Move,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.