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 Zambia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Scan 7 to the rap 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jawbox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oblivians,
Shoche,
The Litter,
Lungfish,
Arthur Verocai,
Make Up,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Depeche Mode,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Star Department,
UT,
Ponytail,
Laurel Aitken,
Charles Mingus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mummies,
June Days,
Marshall Jefferson,
JFA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Birthday Party,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Colin Newman,
Infiniti,
Henry Cow,
The Knickerbockers,
John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Tom Boy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalann,
Bootsy Collins,
Second Layer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Black Pus,
The Trojans,
Intrusion,
Minny Pops,
Scion,
Joy Division,
Robert Hood,
Juan Atkins,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
The Evens,
MC5,
Hardrive,
Sonic Youth,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic 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.