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 Congo and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kool Moe Dee to the disco 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Clarke,
Icehouse,
The Mummies,
Anakelly,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aswad,
Mad Mike,
Skriet,
Interpol,
The Red Krayola,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dawn Penn,
Cameo,
John Foxx,
The Birthday Party,
Amazonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Index,
Albert Ayler,
Essential Logic,
Bush Tetras,
Khruangbin,
Sparks,
Jeff Mills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Idris Muhammad,
Suburban Knight,
Iggy Pop,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Main Source,
DJ Style,
Rufus Thomas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brick,
Guru Guru,
Sister Nancy,
Crime,
Whodini,
Maurizio,
Glambeats Corp.,
R.M.O.,
Barbara Tucker,
Gabor Szabo,
The Five Americans,
The Gories,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Beau Brummels,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Machine,
Loose Ends,
Lalann,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.