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 Dominica and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Fear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Curtis Mayfield,
Fad Gadget,
The Trojans,
The Barracudas,
Pantaleimon,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zapp,
The Cure,
Bill Wells,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Au Pairs,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Last Poets,
Sonic Youth,
Scan 7,
B.T. Express,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kurtis Blow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dual Sessions,
Half Japanese,
The Dirtbombs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glenn Branca,
Sparks,
Soulsonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Judy Mowatt,
Sällskapet,
Clear Light,
The Moleskins,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Kinks,
Alice Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Sound Behaviour,
Rotary Connection,
These Immortal Souls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lower 48,
Harmonia,
ABC,
Bobby Byrd,
Malaria!,
Television Personalities,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Rundgren,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.