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 Vanuatu and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radiohead to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Sex Pistols,
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
Franke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rod Modell,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Smooth,
The Zeros,
Sound Behaviour,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Moon,
Eli Mardock,
Massinfluence,
Sugar Minott,
In Retrospect,
The Mummies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roger Hodgson,
Heaven 17,
Bronski Beat,
Barbara Tucker,
Bluetip,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scrapy,
The Angels of Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Von Mondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Lydon,
Stereo Dub,
The Motions,
L. Decosne,
Nirvana,
Agitation Free,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cramps,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker,
The Young Rascals,
Sarah Menescal,
Wings,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fear,
The Raincoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yellowson,
Chris Corsano,
The Litter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Josef K,
Derrick Morgan,
Mr. Review,
Hasil Adkins,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.