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 Cape Verde and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Shoche to the grunge 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Offenders,
Fluxion,
Donald Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
F. McDonald,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jandek,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Mills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crime,
Moby Grape,
Faust,
Colin Newman,
the Association,
The Blackbyrds,
Zapp,
Babytalk,
Au Pairs,
Crash Course in Science,
Hardrive,
Quantec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Hood,
Sällskapet,
CMW,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-Ray Spex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stetsasonic,
Warsaw,
Make Up,
Iggy Pop,
Lightning Bolt,
Urselle,
Shuggie Otis,
Patti Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q65,
Alton Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Talk Talk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Kool Moe Dee,
Model 500,
Al Stewart,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slackers,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Copeland,
Sly & The Family Stone,
a-ha,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerri Chandler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grauzone,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.