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 El Salvador and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Fugazi to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms 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?
Harpers Bizarre,
Brick,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Lakeside,
Depeche Mode,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
China Crisis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Wells,
Parry Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
One Last Wish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy Collins,
Angry Samoans,
Roxette,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fall,
Audionom,
The Seeds,
The Slits,
In Retrospect,
Dead Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lyres,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun City Girls,
Minutemen,
The Moleskins,
Radiohead,
Rotary Connection,
Kenny Larkin,
Massinfluence,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers,
Max Romeo,
The Star Department,
Roxy Music,
The Barracudas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
John Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Inner City,
The Gladiators,
Wasted Youth,
Yazoo,
Amazonics,
Faraquet,
Accadde A,
Jeff Lynne,
Alton Ellis,
The Wake,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.