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 Zambia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Ossler to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Country Teasers,
David Bowie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-101,
Deadbeat,
Suicide,
Pere Ubu,
Bad Manners,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül II,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
Janne Schatter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
48th St. Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Make Up,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mars,
Joensuu 1685,
Pagans,
Wasted Youth,
Joyce Sims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Starr,
Joy Division,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jawbox,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Golliwogs,
Alice Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Crash Course in Science,
The Evens,
Traffic Nightmare,
Prince Buster,
Rekid,
Soul II Soul,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agent Orange,
This Heat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moleskins,
Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Liliput,
The Neon Judgement,
Bush Tetras,
Half Japanese,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.