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 Australia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Audionom to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T. Rex,
Aaron Thompson,
Maurizio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Khruangbin,
Byron Stingily,
Roxette,
Brass Construction,
Neu!,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mojo Men,
Cecil Taylor,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Order,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Model 500,
Franke,
LL Cool J,
Magazine,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Bourne,
Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mummies,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pretty Things,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Starr,
Main Source,
Jawbox,
The Tremeloes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Banda Bassotti,
CMW,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rapeman,
Pere Ubu,
Scratch Acid,
Q65,
Funky Four + One,
Barry Ungar,
In Retrospect,
Intrusion,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker,
David Axelrod,
Arthur Verocai,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Barracudas,
Sarah Menescal,
Agent Orange,
Royal Trux,
David McCallum,
Ice-T,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.