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 Switzerland and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fat Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Angry Samoans,
Hot Snakes,
Albert Ayler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Womack,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bronski Beat,
Danielle Patucci,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Bourne,
Darondo,
Sight & Sound,
Cluster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Circle Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fugazi,
The Blues Magoos,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Josef K,
Inner City,
Youth Brigade,
Wolf Eyes,
Lungfish,
Buzzcocks,
Leonard Cohen,
Aural Exciters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Buckinghams,
Ultra Naté,
Schoolly D,
The Vogues,
Radiohead,
Los Fastidios,
Byron Stingily,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Litter,
Marmalade,
The New Christs,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
PIL,
Supertramp,
Fear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Isaac Hayes,
Rotary Connection,
B.T. Express,
Morten Harket,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Barracudas,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.