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 Niger and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Goldenarms to the grime 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Moby Grape,
The Barracudas,
Banda Bassotti,
Blossom Toes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Von Mondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Babytalk,
Patti Smith,
The Smiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
H. Thieme,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultra Naté,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Mills,
The Divine Comedy,
Whodini,
Alton Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spandau Ballet,
Kas Product,
Bronski Beat,
Sex Pistols,
Skaos,
Chrome,
The Happenings,
Shuggie Otis,
Parry Music,
Gang of Four,
Bauhaus,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra,
Sixth Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Brass Construction,
48th St. Collective,
Ponytail,
ABC,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
KRS-One,
Dave Gahan,
10cc,
Piero Umiliani,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick May,
The Stooges,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.