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 Guatemala and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Youth Brigade to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Lou Reed,
Loose Ends,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Godley & Creme,
Flipper,
Stereo Dub,
Rekid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Connie Case,
The Fall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bluetip,
Guru Guru,
June of 44,
The Angels of Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-102,
LL Cool J,
The Slits,
The Kinks,
Sixth Finger,
Slave,
Aural Exciters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Duran Duran,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Rundgren,
Agent Orange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
China Crisis,
Judy Mowatt,
UT,
Harmonia,
Dawn Penn,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Morten Harket,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Gang of Four,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
cv313,
Amon Düül II,
Gong,
The Names,
Jawbox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
The Residents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suicide,
The Index,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.