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 Equatorial Guinea and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Motions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Tim Buckley,
Hoover,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
U.S. Maple,
Qualms,
The Mojo Men,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacques Brel,
Drive Like Jehu,
K-Klass,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Easy Going,
Janne Schatter,
The Modern Lovers,
Kurtis Blow,
DNA,
Connie Case,
Nik Kershaw,
The Offenders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Starr,
Rod Modell,
Sound Behaviour,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deakin,
Soft Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Subhumans,
Fatback Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David Bowie,
Black Pus,
The Motions,
Pagans,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers,
Colin Newman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moby Grape,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.