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 Malaysia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joe Smooth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Zeros,
Tres Demented,
Agent Orange,
Sixth Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
B.T. Express,
Tim Buckley,
Ohio Players,
Fluxion,
Pole,
The Real Kids,
Henry Cow,
Qualms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronan,
Jerry's Kids,
June Days,
Neu!,
Mark Hollis,
Davy DMX,
the Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Lynne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Misunderstood,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pretty Things,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Eating Sloth,
Don Cherry,
Yellowson,
The Doors,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alison Limerick,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Birthday Party,
Moebius,
Lucky Dragons,
Massinfluence,
The Associates,
Motorama,
Charles Mingus,
Amazonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Bush Tetras,
Pylon,
Minor Threat,
Dark Day,
Section 25,
The Gun Club,
Bluetip,
Monolake,
Piero Umiliani,
Kayak,
OOIOO,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.