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 Slovenia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Trojans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Hasil Adkins,
Sam Rivers,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Motorama,
L. Decosne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dave Gahan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wally Richardson,
Arcadia,
Patti Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Residents,
Faraquet,
DJ Style,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Motions,
John Foxx,
Vainqueur,
UT,
AZ,
Joy Division,
Mad Mike,
Ludus,
JFA,
The Gun Club,
Kayak,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
Radiohead,
The Young Rascals,
Wolf Eyes,
Erykah Badu,
The Standells,
EPMD,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül II,
Sun City Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Circle Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Basic Channel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Iggy Pop,
LL Cool J,
Bang On A Can,
Public Enemy,
OOIOO,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Connie Case,
Eric B and Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Shoche,
The Martian,
Tears for Fears,
48th St. Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Sister Nancy,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.