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 Cambodia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 The Toasters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
X-102,
Camouflage,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick May,
Pantytec,
The Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Babytalk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Average White Band,
Faraquet,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Standells,
Unwound,
Y Pants,
David Bowie,
Shuggie Otis,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
X-101,
Television Personalities,
Mars,
Nico,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Franke,
Aswad,
the Swans,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Halsall,
The Raincoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marine Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Henry Cow,
Amazonics,
kango's stein massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
The Offenders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Teasers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Machine,
Harmonia,
Albert Ayler,
Rapeman,
Ultravox,
Carl Craig,
K-Klass,
The Evens,
Alison Limerick,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.