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 South Africa and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 ABC to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Cluster,
Jawbox,
The Zeros,
the Slits,
Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Gang of Four,
Intrusion,
Black Moon,
Sister Nancy,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare,
Moebius,
Suburban Knight,
The Moleskins,
Swell Maps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smoke,
Glenn Branca,
Juan Atkins,
The Gap Band,
OOIOO,
Ice-T,
The Pretty Things,
Absolute Body Control,
Shoche,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sound,
Crooked Eye,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lungfish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
10cc,
Nas,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers,
The Human League,
Maurizio,
Spandau Ballet,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young,
Marshall Jefferson,
Isaac Hayes,
Circle Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pulsallama,
Soul II Soul,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Smog,
Anakelly,
Fluxion,
Mad Mike,
Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.