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 Germany and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grunge 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Dolphy,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
PIL,
Suburban Knight,
Cybotron,
Fatback Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Velvet Underground,
Sound Behaviour,
Main Source,
Hot Snakes,
R.M.O.,
Monolake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eli Mardock,
Accadde A,
Zapp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
CMW,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Black Dice,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deepchord,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Gichy Dan,
Lucky Dragons,
Scientists,
Scion,
Eurythmics,
Faraquet,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Fluxion,
Kenny Larkin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erasure,
Crash Course in Science,
MDC,
Slave,
Matthew Halsall,
Grauzone,
Charles Mingus,
John Lydon,
Throbbing Gristle,
MC5,
Nils Olav,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Selecter,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.