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 Argentina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 Skriet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Nik Kershaw,
Erasure,
Yusef Lateef,
Sixth Finger,
Pantytec,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MDC,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Last Poets,
Index,
Khruangbin,
The Tremeloes,
The Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultra Naté,
Bauhaus,
Kurtis Blow,
Nirvana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Sheep,
Wasted Youth,
Mr. Review,
Popol Vuh,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Graham Central Station,
Arcadia,
Dark Day,
Alphaville,
Sarah Menescal,
The Buckinghams,
Cecil Taylor,
Warren Ellis,
The Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
New Age Steppers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jawbox,
Easy Going,
Donald Byrd,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
Goldenarms,
The Kinks,
The Gladiators,
R.M.O.,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Lynne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funkadelic,
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
Joyce Sims,
The Victims,
Tubeway Army,
The Star Department,
cv313,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pierre Henry,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.