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 Ireland and from New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Gun Club,
The Index,
Matthew Halsall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Theoretical Girls,
Erasure,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Remains,
Radiohead,
Surgeon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reuben Wilson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
AZ,
ABBA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doobie Brothers,
Altered Images,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shoche,
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Beau Brummels,
Pierre Henry,
Camberwell Now,
Banda Bassotti,
Flipper,
Stetsasonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Organ,
Infiniti,
Marvin Gaye,
Harmonia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nik Kershaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker,
Gang Green,
Q and Not U,
Agitation Free,
L. Decosne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Masters at Work,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monochrome Set,
Technova,
The Vogues,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pop Group,
the Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.