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 Bhutan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Crispy Ambulance to the electroclash 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
LL Cool J,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kurtis Blow,
Masters at Work,
Henry Cow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The United States of America,
Smog,
Scion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
FM Einheit,
The Victims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gladiators,
D'Angelo,
Black Bananas,
kango's stein massive,
Tim Buckley,
Fatback Band,
Al Stewart,
The Blackbyrds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Toni Rubio,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Lee Hazlewood,
H. Thieme,
Mantronix,
John Cale,
The Zeros,
10cc,
Kaleidoscope,
Ossler,
The Pop Group,
Jacques Brel,
Alton Ellis,
Japan,
Bang On A Can,
The Sonics,
the Association,
Second Layer,
Hashim,
Man Parrish,
Slave,
Marine Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sound Behaviour,
Reagan Youth,
Crime,
The Buckinghams,
Sam Rivers,
A Certain Ratio,
Kayak,
Simply Red,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slackers,
The Techniques,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.