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 Armenia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Delon & Dalcan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dark Day,
Juan Atkins,
Chrome,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dead C,
ABC,
Gang Green,
the Normal,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Freddie Wadling,
Little Man,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Howard Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Vogues,
Andrew Hill,
Technova,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
Godley & Creme,
The Stooges,
Monolake,
Royal Trux,
The Fall,
The Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Connie Case,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Germs,
The Invisible,
The Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Happenings,
Black Flag,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
The Modern Lovers,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
Stetsasonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dorothy Ashby,
B.T. Express,
The Smoke,
The Neon Judgement,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gap Band,
Mark Hollis,
Can,
Unwound,
Sam Rivers,
Barbara Tucker,
Stereo Dub,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.