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 Australia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Sällskapet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Funkadelic,
Con Funk Shun,
Aaron Thompson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slackers,
The J.B.'s,
Yellowson,
KRS-One,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül,
Aswad,
Cal Tjader,
The Divine Comedy,
Ludus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Rundgren,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television,
Gong,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-101,
Faraquet,
X-Ray Spex,
Blossom Toes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Audionom,
The Real Kids,
Das Ding,
Half Japanese,
Amazonics,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Green,
The Sonics,
Delta 5,
The United States of America,
Tears for Fears,
David Bowie,
Mandrill,
Porter Ricks,
Sound Behaviour,
Nico,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June of 44,
Johnny Clarke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dead C,
Rites of Spring,
Scan 7,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alphaville,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
Altered Images,
Subhumans,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.