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 Monaco and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Camouflage to the techno 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thee Headcoats,
One Last Wish,
Skaos,
The Birthday Party,
The Detroit Cobras,
Godley & Creme,
Talk Talk,
The Litter,
Rapeman,
Prince Buster,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed,
The Fortunes,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
Janne Schatter,
The Knickerbockers,
Liliput,
X-102,
Ten City,
the Sonics,
a-ha,
Jimmy McGriff,
Josef K,
The Black Dice,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Wake,
Magma,
Donny Hathaway,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Bowie,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacob Miller,
The Names,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slits,
Half Japanese,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Clarke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Lindisfarne,
48th St. Collective,
Quando Quango,
The Beau Brummels,
The Selecter,
Ultra Naté,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deakin,
Grauzone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythm & Sound,
FM Einheit,
The Mummies,
The Modern Lovers,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.