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 Nauru and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Sam Rivers to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Warsaw,
Iggy Pop,
Eurythmics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roger Hodgson,
Jawbox,
Pierre Henry,
Pulsallama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Darondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Bob Dylan,
Audionom,
Ten City,
Symarip,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Happenings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Graham Central Station,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantytec,
Q and Not U,
This Heat,
One Last Wish,
The Gun Club,
Joey Negro,
Easy Going,
Faraquet,
Black Pus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minutemen,
Lower 48,
Oblivians,
Silicon Teens,
Tommy Roe,
Ultravox,
Andrew Hill,
Wasted Youth,
China Crisis,
Index,
F. McDonald,
Derrick May,
Janne Schatter,
The Standells,
Negative Approach,
Basic Channel,
Slave,
Bizarre Inc.,
Letta Mbulu,
Porter Ricks,
Los Fastidios,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marmalade,
Guru Guru,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.