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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Fall,
Joyce Sims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Procol Harum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erasure,
Crime,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hashim,
Sun Ra,
The Dirtbombs,
Swans,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
Mo-Dettes,
New Order,
Soft Cell,
Wings,
Section 25,
Pet Shop Boys,
Qualms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bad Manners,
Black Pus,
Banda Bassotti,
Leonard Cohen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABBA,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mark Hollis,
Anthony Braxton,
The Raincoats,
Excepter,
The Grass Roots,
The Gladiators,
The Real Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Ituana,
ABC,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Zeros,
Dual Sessions,
Dead Boys,
Outsiders,
Stiv Bators,
The Divine Comedy,
Ohio Players,
Josef K,
The Pretty Things,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed,
Babytalk,
Mars,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.