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 the UAE and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Mars to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Bluetip,
Kaleidoscope,
B.T. Express,
Desert Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Quantec,
David McCallum,
The Moody Blues,
Subhumans,
Patti Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Nico,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter & Gordon,
Yaz,
New York Dolls,
Black Sheep,
Rapeman,
Deepchord,
The Move,
Lalann,
The Raincoats,
Sällskapet,
Joe Finger,
Connie Case,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Easy Going,
Steve Hackett,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sandy B,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gories,
Nick Fraelich,
Rekid,
Cluster,
Unrelated Segments,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maurizio,
Q and Not U,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joey Negro,
Sixth Finger,
The Trojans,
Rod Modell,
Brass Construction,
Interpol,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Motions,
Minutemen,
JFA,
Wally Richardson,
June of 44,
Wasted Youth,
Second Layer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Germs,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.