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 Iceland and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now 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?
Patti Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Sex Pistols,
Ronnie Foster,
Unrelated Segments,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
JFA,
The Gories,
China Crisis,
Country Teasers,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Sherman,
Tubeway Army,
The Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul II Soul,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pop Group,
Aaron Thompson,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Y Pants,
Dual Sessions,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Hood,
Donald Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
DNA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rosa Yemen,
The Black Dice,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Move,
The Cowsills,
a-ha,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siglo XX,
Glambeats Corp.,
E-Dancer,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Banda Bassotti,
Faraquet,
Maurizio,
June Days,
Scientists,
David Bowie,
The Slits,
Basic Channel,
Kas Product,
Procol Harum,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.