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 Qatar and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
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 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 The Saints to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall,
Outsiders,
These Immortal Souls,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Barracudas,
Hoover,
Chrome,
Circle Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
LL Cool J,
A Certain Ratio,
Camouflage,
New Order,
Sonic Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maleditus Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
This Heat,
Roxette,
Faust,
Vladislav Delay,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Rundgren,
Pussy Galore,
The Standells,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Index,
F. McDonald,
The Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
The Music Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tubeway Army,
Rites of Spring,
Unwound,
Gang of Four,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Machine,
ABC,
Minny Pops,
Tom Boy,
The Birthday Party,
Porter Ricks,
Fela Kuti,
The Raincoats,
Ossler,
Lyres,
Country Teasers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalann,
Sugar Minott,
Tomorrow,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.