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 Italy and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Wolf Eyes,
Subhumans,
Royal Trux,
Procol Harum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Sheep,
The Dead C,
T.S.O.L.,
Model 500,
Warsaw,
Prince Buster,
Circle Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
PIL,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fuzztones,
Minor Threat,
Crime,
Pagans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
UT,
Moss Icon,
Bauhaus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deakin,
Skarface,
The J.B.'s,
Excepter,
The Gap Band,
Marc Almond,
Index,
Patti Smith,
Zapp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Harry Pussy,
Pantytec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Don Cherry,
CMW,
Black Flag,
Skaos,
Cymande,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scratch Acid,
Minny Pops,
Sound Behaviour,
Talk Talk,
Radio Birdman,
Isaac Hayes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Seeds,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blake Baxter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.