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 Korea North and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Move to the punk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Laurel Aitken,
the Germs,
Fugazi,
Tubeway Army,
Wasted Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Model 500,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Move,
Vladislav Delay,
The Birthday Party,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eve St. Jones,
Urselle,
The Monochrome Set,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sandy B,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stetsasonic,
kango's stein massive,
The Gun Club,
Eric Dolphy,
Procol Harum,
Make Up,
The Sound,
Nas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hashim,
Audionom,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smiths,
Babytalk,
Fluxion,
The Fall,
New York Dolls,
Ken Boothe,
Bad Manners,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fortunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Althea and Donna,
Vainqueur,
Grey Daturas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ituana,
Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Suicide,
Lou Reed,
Rod Modell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ohio Players,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronan,
EPMD,
Oblivians,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.