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 Jordan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Magazine to the disco 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camberwell Now,
Sound Behaviour,
Das Ding,
L. Decosne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bluetip,
The Divine Comedy,
the Association,
Cymande,
The Residents,
The Modern Lovers,
Rakim,
John Lydon,
Sex Pistols,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Q and Not U,
Lyres,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arcadia,
Juan Atkins,
World's Most,
Chrome,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eurythmics,
Freddie Wadling,
Inner City,
Pere Ubu,
Piero Umiliani,
Mission of Burma,
Adolescents,
The Motions,
The Offenders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sound,
Animal Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Khruangbin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Essential Logic,
Tres Demented,
Chris Corsano,
Dawn Penn,
Pantaleimon,
48th St. Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul II Soul,
Kerri Chandler,
The Vogues,
X-102,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grey Daturas,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Albert Ayler,
The Fortunes,
Lungfish,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.