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 Denmark and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Alison Limerick to the electroclash 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül,
FM Einheit,
Alphaville,
Warren Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wings,
Matthew Halsall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Modern Lovers,
Sugar Minott,
Minutemen,
Lungfish,
The Doors,
Freddie Wadling,
Neu!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
the Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Funkadelic,
Young Marble Giants,
Unwound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mission of Burma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Barrington Levy,
Toni Rubio,
Half Japanese,
Eve St. Jones,
Von Mondo,
Average White Band,
Whodini,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Germs,
The Mojo Men,
New Order,
Arab on Radar,
Slick Rick,
Blancmange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Near,
Grey Daturas,
The Monochrome Set,
F. McDonald,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tubeway Army,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.