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 Colombia and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Smiths to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Standells,
Infiniti,
Carl Craig,
June of 44,
Lyres,
PIL,
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minor Threat,
cv313,
Inner City,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smoke,
Masters at Work,
Letta Mbulu,
Byron Stingily,
The Gories,
Moby Grape,
The Offenders,
Maleditus Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Holt,
Arthur Verocai,
Warren Ellis,
Liliput,
Donald Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Sight & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Oneida,
Aswad,
Robert Hood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalo Schifrin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lungfish,
Heaven 17,
The Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Half Japanese,
Television Personalities,
Jimmy McGriff,
Intrusion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Iggy Pop,
the Association,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joensuu 1685,
Pet Shop Boys,
Henry Cow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yaz,
Camberwell Now,
Loose Ends,
Marvin Gaye,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.