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 Afghanistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Livin' Joy to the rap 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Black Sheep,
Albert Ayler,
Pulsallama,
Motorama,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cure,
Black Pus,
Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Joyce Sims,
Aural Exciters,
Icehouse,
Nils Olav,
the Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bluetip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fugazi,
Sister Nancy,
Malaria!,
Flipper,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
The Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Minutemen,
Janne Schatter,
The Gun Club,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Josef K,
Dual Sessions,
The Techniques,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sound Behaviour,
Talk Talk,
The Velvet Underground,
CMW,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Funkadelic,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Busters,
Stiv Bators,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
The Saints,
Loose Ends,
Model 500,
This Heat,
Depeche Mode,
Mr. Review,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Half Japanese,
Soulsonic Force,
The United States of America,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.