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 Iraq and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sparks to the electroclash 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Masters at Work,
Lalo Schifrin,
New York Dolls,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül II,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rufus Thomas,
B.T. Express,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Panda Bear,
Eli Mardock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barrington Levy,
the Germs,
The Gories,
Maleditus Sound,
a-ha,
The Moleskins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Hood,
Barry Ungar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television Personalities,
Prince Buster,
Ken Boothe,
The Fall,
Cybotron,
Alphaville,
Sex Pistols,
Soul II Soul,
Joyce Sims,
Lyres,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thee Headcoats,
Crime,
The Five Americans,
Circle Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Clarke,
The Vogues,
Faraquet,
Eve St. Jones,
The Barracudas,
Spoonie Gee,
Von Mondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Dual Sessions,
Altered Images,
Judy Mowatt,
Janne Schatter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
In Retrospect,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Near,
Brothers Johnson,
Wire,
Hasil Adkins,
David Bowie,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.