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 Taiwan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Fatback Band to the rock 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
E-Dancer,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
D'Angelo,
Janne Schatter,
The Remains,
Alton Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Albert Ayler,
Vladislav Delay,
Los Fastidios,
Kenny Larkin,
James White and The Blacks,
Slick Rick,
The Trojans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Raincoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Angry Samoans,
Pussy Galore,
Bauhaus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Altered Images,
The Smoke,
Marmalade,
The Motions,
This Heat,
Lindisfarne,
Scion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zero Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Godley & Creme,
Average White Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joensuu 1685,
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club,
Yellowson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Style,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Near,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantytec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
B.T. Express,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.