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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Man Parrish to the dance 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Toasters,
The Zeros,
Bronski Beat,
Bluetip,
Grey Daturas,
The New Christs,
Chris Corsano,
Marine Girls,
Symarip,
Country Teasers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stetsasonic,
Excepter,
Faust,
Todd Terry,
cv313,
The Cure,
Jeff Lynne,
Das Ding,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
The Remains,
Moby Grape,
Clear Light,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Mills,
Zapp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neu!,
Black Flag,
the Germs,
Guru Guru,
Eli Mardock,
Quando Quango,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Laurel Aitken,
Babytalk,
John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boredoms,
Marc Almond,
Unwound,
The Last Poets,
Ice-T,
John Foxx,
Ludus,
Lower 48,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Tremeloes,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Halsall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Howard Jones,
Icehouse,
Pantaleimon,
Rekid,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.