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 Ireland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Stetsasonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echospace,
Darondo,
Funkadelic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Parry Music,
The Gladiators,
Interpol,
Second Layer,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
Liliput,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Average White Band,
Henry Cow,
John Lydon,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
This Heat,
Judy Mowatt,
Franke,
Cheater Slicks,
Bluetip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Davy DMX,
Clear Light,
Guru Guru,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Depeche Mode,
Dave Gahan,
Lindisfarne,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pierre Henry,
Archie Shepp,
The United States of America,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Kurtis Blow,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marmalade,
Sugar Minott,
The Last Poets,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Urselle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Outsiders,
Fugazi,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Cluster,
FM Einheit,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.