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 Nicaragua and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rap 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers,
Hardrive,
Tubeway Army,
The Gap Band,
Sonic Youth,
One Last Wish,
Bill Near,
The Fire Engines,
June Days,
Cymande,
a-ha,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül II,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
UT,
The Real Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Wolf Eyes,
The Index,
Dawn Penn,
The Neon Judgement,
H. Thieme,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronnie Foster,
Ronan,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
LL Cool J,
Yaz,
Howard Jones,
Quantec,
The Star Department,
Piero Umiliani,
Duran Duran,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Au Pairs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Section 25,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thompson Twins,
L. Decosne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Human League,
Guru Guru,
Little Man,
Joe Finger,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Prince Buster,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.