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 Jamaica and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sandy B to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Second Layer,
Altered Images,
Q65,
Bill Near,
Das Ding,
Tommy Roe,
Kas Product,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nirvana,
Magazine,
Ultravox,
New Order,
Groovy Waters,
Loose Ends,
The Techniques,
Dark Day,
The Five Americans,
New Age Steppers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Basic Channel,
The Kinks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wire,
The Slackers,
Sonic Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Technova,
Laurel Aitken,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June Days,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smiths,
Blossom Toes,
Severed Heads,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wally Richardson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Machine,
Goldenarms,
Roxette,
Intrusion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wolf Eyes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harmonia,
Arthur Verocai,
Angry Samoans,
Duran Duran,
Carl Craig,
Chrome,
Average White Band,
The Grass Roots,
Underground Resistance,
Kurtis Blow,
Crooked Eye,
Albert Ayler,
Black Moon,
Amazonics,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.