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 Thailand and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Swell Maps 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Colin Newman,
The Trojans,
La Düsseldorf,
Goldenarms,
Spandau Ballet,
Infiniti,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Qualms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alison Limerick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Lynne,
Angry Samoans,
Erasure,
Royal Trux,
Quantec,
Brothers Johnson,
Eve St. Jones,
Crime,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Zeros,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Talk Talk,
The Offenders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Skatalites,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Durutti Column,
One Last Wish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Interpol,
Can,
Television Personalities,
Terry Callier,
Sun City Girls,
The Black Dice,
Marc Almond,
Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Kurtis Blow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Panda Bear,
The Litter,
Saccharine Trust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Make Up,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Sherman,
Byron Stingily,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Near,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.