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 Cyprus and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 The Associates to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Charles Mingus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Clarke,
LL Cool J,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Faraquet,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moby Grape,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brass Construction,
Chris Corsano,
Jawbox,
Chrome,
Mars,
Slave,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Victims,
The Pretty Things,
The Blackbyrds,
EPMD,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Graham Central Station,
The Cure,
The Kinks,
Simply Red,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
Leonard Cohen,
Nik Kershaw,
Mr. Review,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doors,
Oblivians,
Jerry's Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxette,
DJ Style,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed,
Neu!,
Hasil Adkins,
the Swans,
Au Pairs,
Wally Richardson,
the Normal,
Howard Jones,
The Slits,
New York Dolls,
Skriet,
Pulsallama,
Judy Mowatt,
Dead Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.