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 Lesotho and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Jeff Lynne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
H. Thieme,
Sam Rivers,
David Axelrod,
John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Metal Thangz,
Stiv Bators,
The Evens,
June of 44,
Kurtis Blow,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The American Breed,
Ten City,
Das Ding,
Babytalk,
Janne Schatter,
Schoolly D,
The Skatalites,
The Raincoats,
Funkadelic,
Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül II,
The Leaves,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sugar Minott,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Chrome,
Bobby Sherman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mandrill,
The Misunderstood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxy Music,
R.M.O.,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Teasers,
The Durutti Column,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Hashim,
The Cowsills,
The Mummies,
Audionom,
Sonny Sharrock,
Porter Ricks,
The Smiths,
Aaron Thompson,
The Count Five,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.