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 Croatia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 The Divine Comedy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Crooked Eye,
Quantec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Eli Mardock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Section 25,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Metal Thangz,
the Normal,
Jacob Miller,
Moss Icon,
Mission of Burma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Standells,
Spandau Ballet,
Essential Logic,
Swans,
Ice-T,
The Moody Blues,
The Monks,
Roxette,
Girls At Our Best!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Talk Talk,
Magma,
Ronnie Foster,
Delta 5,
Soulsonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Hardrive,
Flash Fearless,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mad Mike,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
Shuggie Otis,
Warren Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
Bang On A Can,
Deepchord,
the Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wally Richardson,
JFA,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.