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 Togo and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neon Judgement to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Moleskins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerri Chandler,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faust,
The Index,
Main Source,
X-Ray Spex,
The Human League,
The American Breed,
Half Japanese,
Moby Grape,
FM Einheit,
Kool Moe Dee,
Inner City,
K-Klass,
Anakelly,
The Monochrome Set,
New Age Steppers,
Pere Ubu,
X-102,
Yusef Lateef,
Newcleus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minnie Riperton,
Tommy Roe,
Franke,
Animal Collective,
The Cowsills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kenny Larkin,
Pagans,
PIL,
Grey Daturas,
Bad Manners,
Fad Gadget,
Leonard Cohen,
Metal Thangz,
Marmalade,
Moss Icon,
Scion,
The Wake,
Lucky Dragons,
Supertramp,
Dead Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Skarface,
Bill Near,
Second Layer,
Hoover,
EPMD,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rekid,
Quantec,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.