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 Ukraine and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Excepter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Soul II Soul,
Make Up,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unwound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bronski Beat,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Style,
The Grass Roots,
Jeru the Damaja,
Outsiders,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Little Man,
The Litter,
The Associates,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Young Marble Giants,
The Skatalites,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare,
Japan,
the Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nils Olav,
Brand Nubian,
Ossler,
Fatback Band,
Bluetip,
B.T. Express,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Livin' Joy,
Tom Boy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Khruangbin,
The Kinks,
Von Mondo,
T. Rex,
China Crisis,
Erasure,
Marshall Jefferson,
The United States of America,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magazine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Connie Case,
The Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Organ,
Chris & Cosey,
PIL,
The Buckinghams,
Glenn Branca,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.