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 Portugal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Leonard Cohen to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Angels of Light,
Radiohead,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Roger Hodgson,
The Move,
John Foxx,
Franke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
One Last Wish,
Toni Rubio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Bananas,
Mission of Burma,
Flash Fearless,
Neu!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tommy Roe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kurtis Blow,
Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy Collins,
Eurythmics,
Shoche,
Average White Band,
Ponytail,
The Residents,
Smog,
Sarah Menescal,
Section 25,
Simply Red,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lightning Bolt,
Duran Duran,
Mr. Review,
Magma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang On A Can,
The Seeds,
The New Christs,
Minutemen,
the Slits,
David Axelrod,
Agent Orange,
X-Ray Spex,
Rod Modell,
Tim Buckley,
Mo-Dettes,
Malaria!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.