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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Stiv Bators to the punk 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Surgeon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erasure,
Fear,
Lakeside,
Au Pairs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slackers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bauhaus,
Jandek,
Maurizio,
Sandy B,
The Standells,
Toni Rubio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Names,
Kas Product,
The Birthday Party,
June Days,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Halsall,
Marine Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Christie,
The Mummies,
The Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
U.S. Maple,
The Vogues,
Supertramp,
Bronski Beat,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
The Golliwogs,
Skarface,
Brass Construction,
Roxette,
Michelle Simonal,
Siglo XX,
Dark Day,
Tommy Roe,
The Residents,
Sparks,
The Smoke,
Clear Light,
Arab on Radar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Albert Ayler,
Jacob Miller,
Icehouse,
Desert Stars,
The Grass Roots,
The Doors,
In Retrospect,
EPMD,
kango's stein massive,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.