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 Indonesia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Infiniti to the funk 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Human League,
Babytalk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Youth Brigade,
Lyres,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magazine,
Ultra Naté,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Fraelich,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
Pulsallama,
Television,
The J.B.'s,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
Moebius,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sparks,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Womack,
Pylon,
Blake Baxter,
Intrusion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonic Youth,
Dave Gahan,
The Toasters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Parry Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Ten City,
K-Klass,
Unwound,
KRS-One,
Scion,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Normal,
Josef K,
Cybotron,
The Grass Roots,
The Names,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Star Department,
Aloha Tigers,
Patti Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Circle Jerks,
The Slackers,
DJ Sneak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.