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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Livin' Joy to the rap 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Sonic Youth,
H. Thieme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sound,
Howard Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The United States of America,
Circle Jerks,
Ludus,
New Order,
Aural Exciters,
Deepchord,
Magazine,
Harry Pussy,
Kerri Chandler,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott Heron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Remains,
Blossom Toes,
Peter and Kerry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bob Dylan,
Crispy Ambulance,
a-ha,
Amon Düül,
Alice Coltrane,
Pylon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Young Rascals,
the Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Knickerbockers,
Audionom,
The Smoke,
Bauhaus,
Derrick May,
Mo-Dettes,
Moby Grape,
The Kinks,
Sugar Minott,
Basic Channel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pere Ubu,
Adolescents,
The Motions,
The Beau Brummels,
The Grass Roots,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liliput,
Depeche Mode,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.