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 Zimbabwe and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Loose Ends to the rock 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jandek,
Henry Cow,
Ken Boothe,
Icehouse,
Liliput,
Mission of Burma,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fear,
The Zeros,
Essential Logic,
Procol Harum,
Public Enemy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Flag,
One Last Wish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skaos,
Radiohead,
Ponytail,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Gang Dance,
La Düsseldorf,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Normal,
Avey Tare,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronnie Foster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erykah Badu,
The Victims,
Gabor Szabo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Max Romeo,
DJ Sneak,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Knickerbockers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brass Construction,
the Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Pussy Galore,
Janne Schatter,
Tres Demented,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacob Miller,
Marine Girls,
Faraquet,
The Smiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.