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 Dominican Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hardrive to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Kayak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Malaria!,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Wyatt,
Cluster,
Tears for Fears,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Tom Boy,
Absolute Body Control,
Moby Grape,
Pylon,
Arab on Radar,
LL Cool J,
Yusef Lateef,
Procol Harum,
Jawbox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oneida,
Trumans Water,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minor Threat,
Jacob Miller,
Nik Kershaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Tubeway Army,
Alton Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crash Course in Science,
E-Dancer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerri Chandler,
Average White Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Janne Schatter,
Dave Gahan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brand Nubian,
Ludus,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Copeland,
Spandau Ballet,
Warsaw,
The Buckinghams,
Boz Scaggs,
Al Stewart,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Bananas,
The Angels of Light,
Glenn Branca,
The Wake,
Hashim,
Hardrive,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.