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 the UAE and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 La Düsseldorf to the jazz 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Trumans Water,
Blossom Toes,
The Offenders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tom Boy,
Tommy Roe,
Organ,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Swans,
Q65,
Reuben Wilson,
Basic Channel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neu!,
Lou Christie,
Infiniti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fall,
Von Mondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blackbyrds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Bananas,
Flash Fearless,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül II,
Stiv Bators,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
Grey Daturas,
Tubeway Army,
John Holt,
A Certain Ratio,
Ten City,
The Black Dice,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers,
Funkadelic,
Peter and Kerry,
The Saints,
The Toasters,
PIL,
In Retrospect,
ABC,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Supertramp,
Crime,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.