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 Afghanistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Jacques Brel to the funk 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Rekid,
Barry Ungar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Altered Images,
John Holt,
MC5,
Black Sheep,
Lalann,
Pere Ubu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sparks,
Malaria!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Model 500,
Organ,
Unrelated Segments,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scion,
Harmonia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
Dual Sessions,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiohead,
Sällskapet,
Arcadia,
Crooked Eye,
The Invisible,
Maurizio,
Sandy B,
Camouflage,
Los Fastidios,
Hasil Adkins,
Livin' Joy,
Glenn Branca,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ohio Players,
Tim Buckley,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Görl,
Freddie Wadling,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Hill,
Grauzone,
Motorama,
X-102,
Sugar Minott,
Minutemen,
John Coltrane,
David McCallum,
The Mojo Men,
Pantytec,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.