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 Spain and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Wells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blossom Toes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agent Orange,
Black Pus,
Malaria!,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Von Mondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Trumans Water,
The Gun Club,
Eric Dolphy,
Aaron Thompson,
The American Breed,
Bauhaus,
Marvin Gaye,
Scientists,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ponytail,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erasure,
Iggy Pop,
Inner City,
Loose Ends,
Mr. Review,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ossler,
Hot Snakes,
Hoover,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Happenings,
The Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Leaves,
Television,
The Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Bananas,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gap Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grauzone,
Chrome,
Fluxion,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.