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 Latvia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Public Image Ltd. 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
8 Eyed Spy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
10cc,
The Fuzztones,
The Kinks,
Donny Hathaway,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slick Rick,
Jacques Brel,
D'Angelo,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Con Funk Shun,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABBA,
X-102,
Von Mondo,
Anakelly,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lakeside,
Brick,
Khruangbin,
the Germs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Saints,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quando Quango,
Alton Ellis,
The Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Youth Brigade,
T. Rex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Halsall,
Magazine,
Albert Ayler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Niagra,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed,
ABC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fad Gadget,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
Trumans Water,
Maleditus Sound,
Tres Demented,
Ossler,
Visage,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.