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 Tuvalu and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scan 7 to the electroclash 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aloha Tigers,
Kenny Larkin,
Technova,
China Crisis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Dolphy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Negative Approach,
Ten City,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-101,
Boredoms,
EPMD,
Neu!,
Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
World's Most,
Eli Mardock,
Pussy Galore,
Intrusion,
Danielle Patucci,
Mission of Burma,
Groovy Waters,
Scan 7,
B.T. Express,
The Modern Lovers,
Sugar Minott,
JFA,
Delta 5,
Morten Harket,
The Raincoats,
Aswad,
Al Stewart,
the Association,
Oneida,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Theoretical Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hashim,
The Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
The Associates,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Icehouse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lungfish,
Slick Rick,
the Soft Cell,
Pole,
Section 25,
John Foxx,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.