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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Bremen and Calgary.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Radiopuhelimet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warsaw,
Mars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Kayak,
Parry Music,
Joy Division,
The Wake,
The Doors,
L. Decosne,
ABC,
Peter and Kerry,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David McCallum,
Franke,
Susan Cadogan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
The Gories,
Pussy Galore,
Cal Tjader,
Heaven 17,
Neu!,
Marmalade,
Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
Accadde A,
The Walker Brothers,
Cluster,
The Angels of Light,
The Cure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Seeds,
UT,
Brick,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mummies,
Supertramp,
The Tremeloes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra,
John Lydon,
Model 500,
Darondo,
The Remains,
Trumans Water,
The Velvet Underground,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Near,
Unrelated Segments,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.