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 Mexico and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Marshall Jefferson to the punk 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Freddie Wadling,
Heaven 17,
PIL,
The Vogues,
Jandek,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Michelle Simonal,
Marmalade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Talk Talk,
Colin Newman,
the Human League,
FM Einheit,
Warsaw,
Hashim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Iggy Pop,
The Last Poets,
June Days,
Lou Reed,
Kayak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nico,
Fort Wilson Riot,
CMW,
The Birthday Party,
Juan Atkins,
Groovy Waters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
The Fortunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Circle Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Names,
The Cure,
Neu!,
The Gladiators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alice Coltrane,
Little Man,
Main Source,
Brick,
Arab on Radar,
Delta 5,
Section 25,
Yellowson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
The Saints,
The Kinks,
John Foxx,
The Blackbyrds,
The Count Five,
Qualms,
Crime,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.