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 Fiji and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 The Walker Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Liliput,
Massinfluence,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Youth Brigade,
Ossler,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Finger,
Oblivians,
X-Ray Spex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
R.M.O.,
Lebanon Hanover,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Smooth,
Zapp,
Thompson Twins,
Nik Kershaw,
Severed Heads,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Althea and Donna,
Excepter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agitation Free,
Lindisfarne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Charles Mingus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
PIL,
The Gories,
Ituana,
Alice Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Foxx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Last Poets,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
China Crisis,
Main Source,
Spandau Ballet,
Rekid,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young,
The Fortunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crash Course in Science,
Pierre Henry,
Tubeway Army,
The Cure,
Dave Gahan,
The Young Rascals,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül II,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra,
Masters at Work,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.