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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 the Sonics to the grunge 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Flag,
Steve Hackett,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blackbyrds,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül,
Delta 5,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
FM Einheit,
Fluxion,
X-101,
Iggy Pop,
Slave,
Shuggie Otis,
kango's stein massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sandy B,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pulsallama,
Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Kas Product,
Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Negative Approach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stereo Dub,
The Mojo Men,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Style,
The Birthday Party,
Black Sheep,
Buzzcocks,
Davy DMX,
Minutemen,
The Pretty Things,
Animal Collective,
Outsiders,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mantronix,
Rotary Connection,
Tres Demented,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
X-102,
Jandek,
LL Cool J,
Funkadelic,
T. Rex,
Adolescents,
Graham Central Station,
World's Most,
Mad Mike,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smoke,
The Golliwogs,
Maleditus Sound,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.