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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Holger Czukay 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 Kerri Chandler to the disco 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
the Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Sun City Girls,
Jawbox,
The Mummies,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masters at Work,
Arthur Verocai,
Deakin,
Rekid,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang On A Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magazine,
UT,
The Beau Brummels,
Qualms,
Lou Christie,
Sugar Minott,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Star Department,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Selecter,
T.S.O.L.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delta 5,
Josef K,
Desert Stars,
The Fall,
Television,
Barrington Levy,
Severed Heads,
Basic Channel,
Dawn Penn,
Crispian St. Peters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Parrish,
Can,
Amon Düül II,
The Busters,
Lindisfarne,
Joy Division,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Model 500,
Accadde A,
The Leaves,
Goldenarms,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
kango's stein massive,
Second Layer,
Ponytail,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rapeman,
DNA,
Laurel Aitken,
Hashim,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.