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 El Salvador and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Buckinghams to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Ossler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kas Product,
Sound Behaviour,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry's Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cameo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Circle Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy Collins,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Birthday Party,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Style,
These Immortal Souls,
Camberwell Now,
Scion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flash Fearless,
Skaos,
Alton Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Godley & Creme,
Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cal Tjader,
Technova,
Porter Ricks,
F. McDonald,
Eden Ahbez,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Nico,
Grey Daturas,
The Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Fear,
June Days,
Sugar Minott,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Womack,
Yusef Lateef,
The New Christs,
Stiv Bators,
Cheater Slicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scrapy,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.