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 Zimbabwe and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Busters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Groovy Waters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Second Layer,
Mad Mike,
David Bowie,
F. McDonald,
Rod Modell,
Heaven 17,
The Music Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flash Fearless,
Tears for Fears,
Mandrill,
Iggy Pop,
Supertramp,
Magazine,
New Order,
The Moleskins,
Pulsallama,
The Trojans,
James White and The Blacks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Lightning Bolt,
Television Personalities,
The Misunderstood,
Josef K,
The Victims,
The Real Kids,
Chrome,
Suburban Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Zapp,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang of Four,
KRS-One,
The Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül,
The Selecter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Christie,
Fear,
Model 500,
Byron Stingily,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rapeman,
Qualms,
Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.