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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Peter and Kerry to the jazz 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Nick Fraelich,
Sparks,
Pantaleimon,
The Litter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lindisfarne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Sneak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Trojans,
Urselle,
The Pretty Things,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker,
Lalann,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Pus,
Stetsasonic,
Animal Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Sun City Girls,
The Remains,
The Modern Lovers,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Osbourne,
Groovy Waters,
Archie Shepp,
Pole,
Wally Richardson,
The Five Americans,
Underground Resistance,
Zero Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Lungfish,
The Tremeloes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Malaria!,
Joe Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crooked Eye,
Rosa Yemen,
Quantec,
Marc Almond,
10cc,
Idris Muhammad,
Metal Thangz,
Davy DMX,
Man Parrish,
Aswad,
Qualms,
Patti Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Deakin,
New Order,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.