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 Canada and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the punk 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Sun City Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kayak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Steve Hackett,
Magazine,
Amon Düül II,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faust,
Bauhaus,
Dark Day,
Blossom Toes,
Boredoms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fall,
Bad Manners,
Surgeon,
the Swans,
UT,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young,
Gong,
Barbara Tucker,
Easy Going,
The Slackers,
Brick,
Roger Hodgson,
L. Decosne,
Outsiders,
The Residents,
Lou Christie,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gap Band,
Sam Rivers,
Donald Byrd,
Unwound,
Max Romeo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Teasers,
Janne Schatter,
Zero Boys,
The Cure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television Personalities,
John Lydon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Hill,
Moby Grape,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stetsasonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Prince Buster,
Nick Fraelich,
Pulsallama,
Icehouse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.