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 Guinea-Bissau and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Aswad to the dance 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantytec,
a-ha,
Boredoms,
Minutemen,
John Holt,
Susan Cadogan,
Freddie Wadling,
Bad Manners,
The Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Altered Images,
Delta 5,
Bluetip,
Blossom Toes,
Don Cherry,
Schoolly D,
The Grass Roots,
The Red Krayola,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish,
The Pretty Things,
Gabor Szabo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shuggie Otis,
Suicide,
Joensuu 1685,
Second Layer,
Ronan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fat Boys,
Siglo XX,
Shoche,
Marine Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Pussy Galore,
Donny Hathaway,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronnie Foster,
Agitation Free,
One Last Wish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Royal Trux,
Goldenarms,
The Raincoats,
Radio Birdman,
Mo-Dettes,
Kas Product,
Nico,
The Leaves,
Khruangbin,
The Real Kids,
Smog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gories,
Amon Düül II,
Girls At Our Best!,
This Heat,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.