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 Korea South and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gregory Isaacs to the jazz 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Tremeloes,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Almond,
Roger Hodgson,
Y Pants,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Order,
Los Fastidios,
the Association,
Public Enemy,
Oneida,
The Offenders,
Theoretical Girls,
Fear,
Piero Umiliani,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tim Buckley,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The New Christs,
Matthew Bourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gong,
Roxette,
Iggy Pop,
Jandek,
Television Personalities,
Hoover,
Banda Bassotti,
Quando Quango,
John Foxx,
Inner City,
Parry Music,
Tomorrow,
The Associates,
kango's stein massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fugs,
The Stooges,
Joe Finger,
Yaz,
Kurtis Blow,
Rod Modell,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Spoonie Gee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barbara Tucker,
Flipper,
Circle Jerks,
Pulsallama,
T. Rex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Organ,
Fluxion,
John Lydon,
Sight & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Intrusion,
Wally Richardson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angry Samoans,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.