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 Belarus and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Vladislav Delay to the crunk 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Camouflage,
Reuben Wilson,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Index,
Faraquet,
48th St. Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
K-Klass,
Steve Hackett,
Ronan,
The Techniques,
Gang Gang Dance,
Average White Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stetsasonic,
The Moleskins,
Bill Near,
The Stooges,
The Durutti Column,
The Gap Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donald Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Black Flag,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Whodini,
Skarface,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Technova,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Duran Duran,
Los Fastidios,
The Searchers,
John Holt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
KRS-One,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Hill,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echospace,
Eddi Front,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mojo Men,
La Düsseldorf,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.