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 Israel and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Intrusion to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skriet,
Main Source,
the Germs,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zapp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxette,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Audionom,
K-Klass,
Mars,
The Pop Group,
The Sonics,
Ituana,
The Slackers,
Surgeon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quando Quango,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Joey Negro,
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Coltrane,
Pantytec,
Ossler,
Pylon,
The Names,
The Slits,
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aloha Tigers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swell Maps,
Aural Exciters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blossom Toes,
Marmalade,
Sparks,
Gabor Szabo,
Michelle Simonal,
The Wake,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Lynne,
Ornette Coleman,
Interpol,
Accadde A,
the Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Foxx,
Loose Ends,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.