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 Paraguay and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mo-Dettes to the jazz 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Young Marble Giants,
Average White Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pierre Henry,
Gichy Dan,
Dawn Penn,
Brothers Johnson,
The Red Krayola,
Letta Mbulu,
D'Angelo,
The Smiths,
David McCallum,
Magma,
the Swans,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
Infiniti,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warsaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Grey Daturas,
Kerrie Biddell,
La Düsseldorf,
Japan,
The Modern Lovers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
L. Decosne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arab on Radar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
Camberwell Now,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fugs,
The J.B.'s,
Qualms,
Don Cherry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Pantytec,
Pylon,
Connie Case,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deakin,
Colin Newman,
The Angels of Light,
Schoolly D,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quadrant,
Roger Hodgson,
Silicon Teens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Main Source,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.