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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
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 spring reverb 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 Mark Hollis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Smoke,
The Names,
Simply Red,
DJ Sneak,
Goldenarms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boredoms,
The Motions,
The Dirtbombs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Section 25,
OOIOO,
Khruangbin,
The Pop Group,
K-Klass,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
AZ,
The Stooges,
Minny Pops,
Smog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Flag,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Almond,
the Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mr. Review,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mandrill,
The Skatalites,
The Vogues,
Chrome,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glenn Branca,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
DNA,
Minnie Riperton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Womack,
Barbara Tucker,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare,
T.S.O.L.,
Sex Pistols,
Desert Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moebius,
Television Personalities,
Scion,
Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.