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 Liberia and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rock 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Ten City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quando Quango,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
The Leaves,
Bootsy Collins,
Audionom,
Gong,
Television Personalities,
Ornette Coleman,
Depeche Mode,
X-Ray Spex,
Can,
Y Pants,
Cecil Taylor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bauhaus,
The Misunderstood,
Fear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Silicon Teens,
Adolescents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Niagra,
Fatback Band,
Surgeon,
The Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bad Manners,
Cheater Slicks,
Mandrill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronan,
Siglo XX,
AZ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Procol Harum,
Charles Mingus,
The Count Five,
The Angels of Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-101,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Neon Judgement,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Copeland,
Sixth Finger,
Pylon,
Suicide,
The Divine Comedy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Coltrane,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.