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 Poland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quantec to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry's Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiohead,
The Motions,
Section 25,
Peter & Gordon,
Crooked Eye,
Terry Callier,
Wire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Iggy Pop,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cymande,
Bill Near,
Das Ding,
Barry Ungar,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultra Naté,
Roxy Music,
Suicide,
The Cowsills,
Sonic Youth,
Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Second Layer,
Pylon,
Erykah Badu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Rod Modell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Copeland,
The Smoke,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Style,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bush Tetras,
Pantaleimon,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nico,
Agent Orange,
Alton Ellis,
Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Royal Trux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suburban Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Eric B and Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Average White Band,
Henry Cow,
Lalann,
L. Decosne,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.