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 Dominica and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Alice Coltrane to the disco 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Golliwogs,
Janne Schatter,
Freddie Wadling,
Adolescents,
Lyres,
Loose Ends,
Tomorrow,
Reagan Youth,
The Raincoats,
Khruangbin,
Cheater Slicks,
Chrome,
John Cale,
Rod Modell,
Nick Fraelich,
The Tremeloes,
Metal Thangz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pole,
Byron Stingily,
Joyce Sims,
UT,
Bizarre Inc.,
Basic Channel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Prince Buster,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick Morgan,
John Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
Roger Hodgson,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxette,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rosa Yemen,
Siglo XX,
Joe Finger,
The Litter,
Scott Walker,
Robert Görl,
Eddi Front,
Pantytec,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Byrd,
The Real Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Slave,
The Pop Group,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gichy Dan,
Marvin Gaye,
Soulsonic Force,
Moebius,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nik Kershaw,
Cybotron,
Television,
Rotary Connection,
New Age Steppers,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.