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 Senegal and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Donald Fagen 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 John Lydon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rites of Spring,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fall,
Accadde A,
Ten City,
the Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brick,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Bowie,
The Residents,
Nik Kershaw,
Dennis Brown,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
Public Enemy,
Lakeside,
The Searchers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rod Modell,
The Techniques,
Los Fastidios,
Carl Craig,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ohio Players,
Au Pairs,
Erasure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacob Miller,
Icehouse,
Connie Case,
Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
The Busters,
The Barracudas,
Marcia Griffiths,
KRS-One,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The New Christs,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Germs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visage,
Joensuu 1685,
John Foxx,
Thee Headcoats,
Scion,
Freddie Wadling,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.