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 Ghana and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Rhythm & Sound to the crunk 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Fat Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tommy Roe,
Thompson Twins,
Harry Pussy,
The Martian,
Schoolly D,
Ituana,
The Standells,
Yellowson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
a-ha,
Mo-Dettes,
The Busters,
Little Man,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fatback Band,
The Barracudas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fugazi,
Theoretical Girls,
Average White Band,
Skaos,
Wire,
The Stooges,
Audionom,
Harmonia,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers,
Basic Channel,
Gong,
World's Most,
L. Decosne,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Golliwogs,
Scratch Acid,
Zero Boys,
The Invisible,
Ossler,
Simply Red,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brass Construction,
Black Sheep,
The Gun Club,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Selecter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Juan Atkins,
The Fuzztones,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Bourne,
John Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Eurythmics,
Joy Division,
Black Pus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.