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 East Timor and from London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Erasure to the grime 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Theoretical Girls,
Harmonia,
The Misunderstood,
Easy Going,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Thee Headcoats,
Yaz,
Fugazi,
cv313,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Talk Talk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Subhumans,
Scan 7,
the Normal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Judy Mowatt,
Newcleus,
Skarface,
Depeche Mode,
Section 25,
Ludus,
Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tim Buckley,
John Lydon,
Ohio Players,
Agent Orange,
Aural Exciters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Mills,
The Monochrome Set,
Make Up,
The Modern Lovers,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Near,
Monks,
Panda Bear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slick Rick,
The Happenings,
Skaos,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Standells,
In Retrospect,
KRS-One,
Wings,
Hashim,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.