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 Azerbaijan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 Quadrant to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Nico,
Magazine,
B.T. Express,
Spandau Ballet,
Los Fastidios,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Howard Jones,
The Dead C,
Guru Guru,
Simply Red,
Interpol,
Jandek,
Yusef Lateef,
Kenny Larkin,
Brothers Johnson,
Bronski Beat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yazoo,
Freddie Wadling,
Groovy Waters,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Steve Hackett,
Rekid,
The Misunderstood,
Judy Mowatt,
Warren Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Quantec,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dave Gahan,
The Count Five,
The Gladiators,
Franke,
Suicide,
Barrington Levy,
The Fall,
Buzzcocks,
Grauzone,
PIL,
Eddi Front,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anakelly,
Flash Fearless,
Shoche,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Machine,
Jacob Miller,
The Mojo Men,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
Morten Harket,
June Days,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
The Buckinghams,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.