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 Cuba and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Ken Boothe to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cowsills,
Yellowson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ludus,
Bootsy Collins,
John Lydon,
Fela Kuti,
the Swans,
Sällskapet,
The Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mark Hollis,
Unwound,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skriet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
a-ha,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Davy DMX,
PIL,
Patti Smith,
Gang of Four,
The Invisible,
This Heat,
Peter & Gordon,
Thee Headcoats,
Excepter,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Görl,
Ten City,
The Star Department,
Moebius,
The Remains,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cybotron,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Steve Hackett,
Scan 7,
Japan,
Danielle Patucci,
The Move,
China Crisis,
The Victims,
Gichy Dan,
The Last Poets,
ABBA,
Desert Stars,
Heaven 17,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.