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 Solomon Islands and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 The Fall to the funk 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Simply Red,
The Black Dice,
Terry Callier,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warren Ellis,
K-Klass,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris & Cosey,
Nas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alice Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Cluster,
Deepchord,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
Chris Corsano,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
Radiohead,
Yazoo,
Fugazi,
Roxy Music,
Grey Daturas,
Slick Rick,
Altered Images,
Fifty Foot Hose,
H. Thieme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-Ray Spex,
Dawn Penn,
The Divine Comedy,
cv313,
Interpol,
Boredoms,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Stooges,
Icehouse,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül,
Danielle Patucci,
Brothers Johnson,
Wally Richardson,
This Heat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Christie,
The Fall,
Roxette,
Delta 5,
A Certain Ratio,
The Selecter,
Stiv Bators,
Ice-T,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.