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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grime 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Blackbyrds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Circle Jerks,
Mad Mike,
The Gun Club,
Tres Demented,
Rod Modell,
Boredoms,
Bill Wells,
Q and Not U,
Joey Negro,
Terry Callier,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magazine,
One Last Wish,
The Fuzztones,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Sonics,
Newcleus,
Tommy Roe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Franke,
Pantaleimon,
Banda Bassotti,
Alphaville,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cymande,
48th St. Collective,
Model 500,
Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Dark Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
Black Flag,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
China Crisis,
Urselle,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Half Japanese,
Kenny Larkin,
the Bar-Kays,
Grey Daturas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Enemy,
The Happenings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minor Threat,
Tubeway Army,
Sonny Sharrock,
Subhumans,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.