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 Oman and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Cymande to the techno 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Roxette,
Pulsallama,
X-101,
cv313,
The Seeds,
The United States of America,
Urselle,
Cameo,
Barrington Levy,
Fear,
Joe Finger,
Harmonia,
H. Thieme,
Chris Corsano,
Arcadia,
The Cure,
The Fall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marvin Gaye,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome,
Robert Hood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Buzzcocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacob Miller,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blossom Toes,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Angels of Light,
JFA,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül II,
Tubeway Army,
Con Funk Shun,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Babytalk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glenn Branca,
Q and Not U,
Cymande,
D'Angelo,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül,
Gichy Dan,
Minnie Riperton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Popol Vuh,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra,
Man Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angry Samoans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pylon,
Amazonics,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.