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 Tonga and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
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 chamberlin 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 The Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Barracudas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Starr,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Brand Nubian,
Theoretical Girls,
Alphaville,
Pere Ubu,
Blossom Toes,
Charles Mingus,
The Tremeloes,
Agitation Free,
Pulsallama,
Minny Pops,
Ronan,
Bluetip,
The Birthday Party,
Marmalade,
Porter Ricks,
F. McDonald,
The Trojans,
Toni Rubio,
The Cure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fatback Band,
Fluxion,
Stetsasonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marine Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Fat Boys,
Pagans,
Carl Craig,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rapeman,
Lyres,
The New Christs,
Bauhaus,
Country Teasers,
James White and The Blacks,
Ice-T,
Minor Threat,
Scion,
Letta Mbulu,
Eden Ahbez,
Ten City,
Skriet,
Bush Tetras,
Bob Dylan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Evens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.