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 Israel and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gabor Szabo 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Foxx,
Lungfish,
Joe Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Au Pairs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Pus,
Black Moon,
Vainqueur,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Skriet,
Archie Shepp,
Mr. Review,
AZ,
China Crisis,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Victims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Porter Ricks,
Wasted Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Fad Gadget,
Visage,
Max Romeo,
Janne Schatter,
Reuben Wilson,
Goldenarms,
The Index,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Ludus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unrelated Segments,
Prince Buster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Little Man,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Wake,
The Stooges,
The Durutti Column,
Freddie Wadling,
Kaleidoscope,
Mantronix,
The Vogues,
Stereo Dub,
The Smoke,
Byron Stingily,
Zapp,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.