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 Ethiopia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Sex Pistols to the techno 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Tom Boy,
Marine Girls,
The Stooges,
Camberwell Now,
Reagan Youth,
The New Christs,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Royal Trux,
Banda Bassotti,
Tommy Roe,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slits,
Rekid,
Marmalade,
Jeff Lynne,
10cc,
PIL,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Green,
the Germs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ten City,
Magma,
Nick Fraelich,
These Immortal Souls,
The Real Kids,
The Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rotary Connection,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Hill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Halsall,
John Holt,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smoke,
Donny Hathaway,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fuzztones,
Idris Muhammad,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Martian,
Kas Product,
Neu!,
FM Einheit,
the Soft Cell,
The Sound,
The Music Machine,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spandau Ballet,
The Zeros,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.