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 Cameroon and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eddi Front to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Sugar Minott,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Style,
Wasted Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pussy Galore,
Faust,
Thompson Twins,
Loose Ends,
Q and Not U,
Sister Nancy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Leonard Cohen,
Silicon Teens,
Pulsallama,
Jawbox,
Dennis Brown,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wings,
Pole,
Maurizio,
The Tremeloes,
Albert Ayler,
Underground Resistance,
The Residents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Lalann,
Spoonie Gee,
Clear Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Terry Callier,
Camberwell Now,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
EPMD,
The Mojo Men,
The Fire Engines,
X-102,
Tubeway Army,
Mission of Burma,
Danielle Patucci,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Von Mondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Desert Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Basic Channel,
Scrapy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mars,
Parry Music,
Black Pus,
Easy Going,
Marc Almond,
Drexciya,
Q65,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.