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 Korea South and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Robert Palmer 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 Trumans Water to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Red Krayola,
Ossler,
Scratch Acid,
Magma,
Bronski Beat,
Ronnie Foster,
Mo-Dettes,
Tears for Fears,
The Standells,
The Five Americans,
Motorama,
Kaleidoscope,
Scientists,
The J.B.'s,
Amazonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Alton Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
ABC,
Iggy Pop,
Pantytec,
Sparks,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Görl,
Pussy Galore,
Fatback Band,
Q and Not U,
Gichy Dan,
X-102,
Crash Course in Science,
Yusef Lateef,
Swell Maps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dawn Penn,
Marmalade,
Ten City,
Ultra Naté,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Terry,
Graham Central Station,
Echospace,
Davy DMX,
the Normal,
Black Pus,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pulsallama,
A Certain Ratio,
Sixth Finger,
Marine Girls,
Moebius,
Hot Snakes,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Age Steppers,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.