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 Greece and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
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 guitar 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 Fugazi to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Funkadelic,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Hood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joey Negro,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
Bill Near,
Terry Callier,
Barry Ungar,
Spandau Ballet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fat Boys,
Can,
Pantytec,
Gang Starr,
The Dead C,
Lou Christie,
Qualms,
Rites of Spring,
The Cure,
Banda Bassotti,
Visage,
Anakelly,
Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Soft Machine,
FM Einheit,
David McCallum,
Arcadia,
The Alarm Clocks,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Pus,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Henry Cow,
Nirvana,
Clear Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cecil Taylor,
Scratch Acid,
Vainqueur,
Todd Rundgren,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultravox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.