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 Namibia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Dark Day,
cv313,
Nico,
The Gladiators,
Banda Bassotti,
The Vogues,
Ponytail,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MDC,
Ornette Coleman,
Flash Fearless,
The Count Five,
Bobby Sherman,
a-ha,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Golliwogs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grauzone,
Lightning Bolt,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Halsall,
the Normal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June Days,
Jeff Lynne,
Sam Rivers,
Grey Daturas,
Make Up,
K-Klass,
Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Audionom,
EPMD,
The Doors,
Amazonics,
Glenn Branca,
Silicon Teens,
Sight & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Smog,
The Remains,
Maleditus Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wally Richardson,
Country Teasers,
Ten City,
Arcadia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gastr Del Sol,
DNA,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.