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 Micronesia and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alphaville to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Cowsills,
Sex Pistols,
Agent Orange,
Massinfluence,
Fear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jawbox,
Nik Kershaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stereo Dub,
Aural Exciters,
The Index,
FM Einheit,
Audionom,
Soul II Soul,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Absolute Body Control,
Outsiders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lyres,
The Searchers,
Josef K,
Nils Olav,
Fatback Band,
Eric Copeland,
The Trojans,
The Residents,
The Standells,
Wally Richardson,
Black Sheep,
Toni Rubio,
Roger Hodgson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
F. McDonald,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronnie Foster,
Kas Product,
Moby Grape,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yaz,
Bob Dylan,
The Skatalites,
John Holt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mandrill,
Mars,
Sound Behaviour,
Easy Going,
ABC,
John Foxx,
Main Source,
Buzzcocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drive Like Jehu,
AZ,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.