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 Iceland and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rap 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Surgeon,
Dual Sessions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quantec,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slave,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy Collins,
Michelle Simonal,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Görl,
The Evens,
The Cramps,
a-ha,
Kas Product,
Bronski Beat,
Cal Tjader,
L. Decosne,
Unwound,
Patti Smith,
Dawn Penn,
The Human League,
The Cowsills,
Procol Harum,
Connie Case,
Stereo Dub,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Halsall,
X-101,
MDC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Association,
The Real Kids,
Lyres,
Mad Mike,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan,
Lightning Bolt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boredoms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Selecter,
LL Cool J,
Altered Images,
The Associates,
Brand Nubian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bad Manners,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Qualms,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.