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 Cameroon and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Mark Hollis to the rock 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Rekid,
Drive Like Jehu,
UT,
China Crisis,
Bad Manners,
The Victims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
Desert Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Brick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reuben Wilson,
Kurtis Blow,
Byron Stingily,
Niagra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Sherman,
Barry Ungar,
Vladislav Delay,
Half Japanese,
The Walker Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Livin' Joy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Association,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers,
The Slackers,
Delta 5,
Panda Bear,
Loose Ends,
Von Mondo,
Pantaleimon,
Rotary Connection,
Letta Mbulu,
Anakelly,
Bauhaus,
Tubeway Army,
Fatback Band,
New Order,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Kenny Larkin,
Audionom,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maleditus Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
The Birthday Party,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blossom Toes,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.