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 Cambodia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Mojo Men to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Simply Red,
Mad Mike,
Desert Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Main Source,
Wasted Youth,
The Victims,
John Holt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Yusef Lateef,
Josef K,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
Iggy Pop,
Nas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
AZ,
Intrusion,
Buzzcocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bluetip,
Michelle Simonal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wings,
Dark Day,
Supertramp,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
Liliput,
Nirvana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
L. Decosne,
Sandy B,
Jeff Lynne,
The Wake,
Excepter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Audionom,
Second Layer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bad Manners,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Section 25,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joyce Sims,
Anakelly,
Dead Boys,
John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Basic Channel,
Shuggie Otis,
Jandek,
John Foxx,
Outsiders,
This Heat,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.