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 Libya and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 U.S. Maple to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Parry Music,
Simply Red,
Gong,
The Red Krayola,
The Velvet Underground,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eve St. Jones,
Duran Duran,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül,
PIL,
Jawbox,
Patti Smith,
Agitation Free,
Banda Bassotti,
U.S. Maple,
Brothers Johnson,
Faust,
Mantronix,
Glambeats Corp.,
Animal Collective,
Hoover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Sarah Menescal,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thompson Twins,
the Association,
Lalann,
Sister Nancy,
OOIOO,
Slick Rick,
The Gun Club,
Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Suicide,
Judy Mowatt,
Max Romeo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Maleditus Sound,
Japan,
Motorama,
Magazine,
Boz Scaggs,
Tears for Fears,
Aural Exciters,
Yazoo,
JFA,
The Durutti Column,
the Sonics,
Todd Terry,
Livin' Joy,
Sonic Youth,
The Searchers,
Infiniti,
Harry Pussy,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.