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 Thailand and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Qualms to the rap 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Surgeon,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
New York Dolls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABC,
Don Cherry,
Monolake,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kaleidoscope,
The Modern Lovers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Whodini,
Inner City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aloha Tigers,
Con Funk Shun,
Rekid,
Sarah Menescal,
The Human League,
The Evens,
Bill Near,
Gong,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Porter Ricks,
Jacques Brel,
the Association,
Brick,
Scan 7,
Liliput,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerri Chandler,
Boz Scaggs,
Main Source,
The Grass Roots,
The United States of America,
the Slits,
The Invisible,
Blancmange,
Simply Red,
Charles Mingus,
Piero Umiliani,
Average White Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Cybotron,
DJ Style,
Model 500,
Crispian St. Peters,
Duran Duran,
Circle Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joensuu 1685,
The Neon Judgement,
Eden Ahbez,
Basic Channel,
Robert Görl,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.