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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Dual Sessions,
The Saints,
Wasted Youth,
Terry Callier,
Steve Hackett,
Maurizio,
KRS-One,
Heaven 17,
UT,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Almond,
L. Decosne,
Archie Shepp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Offenders,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang of Four,
New Age Steppers,
Ossler,
Josef K,
The Blackbyrds,
Sex Pistols,
Morten Harket,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sound,
Inner City,
The Motions,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Laurel Aitken,
Faraquet,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mojo Men,
The Buckinghams,
Groovy Waters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quando Quango,
Flamin' Groovies,
Davy DMX,
Black Moon,
Tropical Tobacco,
The J.B.'s,
Ponytail,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slackers,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T.S.O.L.,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.