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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alphaville to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Babytalk,
Mission of Burma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Machine,
Bill Near,
Davy DMX,
Unwound,
The Remains,
Flash Fearless,
Ultravox,
Black Bananas,
Thee Headcoats,
Anakelly,
The Toasters,
Man Eating Sloth,
D'Angelo,
Brick,
the Swans,
Visage,
Stereo Dub,
The Martian,
E-Dancer,
The Vogues,
Graham Central Station,
Index,
Oblivians,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy Collins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
X-102,
Porter Ricks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joensuu 1685,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
A Certain Ratio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Supertramp,
Basic Channel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Wake,
Wasted Youth,
The Smoke,
The Fuzztones,
Television,
Lalo Schifrin,
Althea and Donna,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cramps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nirvana,
Dual Sessions,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.