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 United Kingdom and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 D'Angelo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
One Last Wish,
Radio Birdman,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Theoretical Girls,
The Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Germs,
Archie Shepp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Moon,
Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
Massinfluence,
Mark Hollis,
The Mojo Men,
Young Marble Giants,
The Vogues,
Duran Duran,
Dead Boys,
DJ Style,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monolake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Deepchord,
Newcleus,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Hill,
Erasure,
Agent Orange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amazonics,
Jeff Mills,
Flipper,
The Fortunes,
Reagan Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arcadia,
Max Romeo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Franke,
Prince Buster,
John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deakin,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Remains,
UT,
Suicide,
Moebius,
The Buckinghams,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.