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 China and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Junior Murvin to the punk 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marine Girls,
the Germs,
Josef K,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spandau Ballet,
Outsiders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
The Zeros,
John Lydon,
Main Source,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABBA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fuzztones,
Bad Manners,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Make Up,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-102,
Symarip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sällskapet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash,
Buzzcocks,
Donald Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gerry Rafferty,
Al Stewart,
The Motions,
Curtis Mayfield,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Halsall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Moon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rotary Connection,
Henry Cow,
Ludus,
Sugar Minott,
The Walker Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
PIL,
DNA,
The Cramps,
X-101,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rod Modell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Tom Boy,
Guru Guru,
Neu!,
The Gladiators,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.