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 South Africa and from Spokane.
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 Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Susan Cadogan to the disco 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
Barbara Tucker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick Morgan,
David Axelrod,
Kas Product,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick May,
Junior Murvin,
Surgeon,
Delta 5,
Alice Coltrane,
Rakim,
Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Rotary Connection,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxette,
Japan,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül II,
Scratch Acid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fluxion,
David McCallum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Blossom Toes,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlback,
New York Dolls,
Anthony Braxton,
Nirvana,
Cymande,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Germs,
Sister Nancy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Kinks,
The Dead C,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Symarip,
Chris Corsano,
Minutemen,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.