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 Bahrain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Robert Palmer 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blackbyrds,
Swell Maps,
The Flesh Eaters,
CMW,
Graham Central Station,
Kayak,
Fela Kuti,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Red Krayola,
H. Thieme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Y Pants,
Radio Birdman,
Excepter,
The Busters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oneida,
Pylon,
The Grass Roots,
Parry Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacques Brel,
Flipper,
Scrapy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minny Pops,
Byron Stingily,
Stereo Dub,
DNA,
Liliput,
Mission of Burma,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alton Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
Aural Exciters,
The Five Americans,
Faust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sight & Sound,
Adolescents,
Arthur Verocai,
Easy Going,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mark Hollis,
The Residents,
Derrick May,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moody Blues,
John Foxx,
the Normal,
The Victims,
Erykah Badu,
Charles Mingus,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.