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 Luxembourg and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-Ray Spex to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Isaac Hayes,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Red Krayola,
Panda Bear,
The Vogues,
Can,
Flipper,
Mantronix,
The Blackbyrds,
Ituana,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
Scan 7,
Spandau Ballet,
Ten City,
June Days,
Brand Nubian,
Eli Mardock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skaos,
DNA,
The Martian,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Index,
Soul II Soul,
Chrome,
June of 44,
Tropical Tobacco,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter & Gordon,
Au Pairs,
The Evens,
Reagan Youth,
Q65,
The Detroit Cobras,
Groovy Waters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Henry Cow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Young Rascals,
Tres Demented,
Theoretical Girls,
China Crisis,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Crooked Eye,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Sneak,
The Count Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Arab on Radar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MC5,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.