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 South Africa and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Move to the electroclash 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Toasters,
The Skatalites,
Quando Quango,
Section 25,
The Black Dice,
Minny Pops,
Marine Girls,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Terry,
the Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Massinfluence,
Franke,
Chris Corsano,
Mr. Review,
10cc,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Teasers,
Boz Scaggs,
Desert Stars,
Accadde A,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quadrant,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
B.T. Express,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
Prince Buster,
Ultravox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed,
Symarip,
Reagan Youth,
Babytalk,
Flipper,
ABC,
Angry Samoans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Magma,
Pulsallama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jawbox,
The Busters,
Pole,
K-Klass,
Rapeman,
The Gun Club,
Drexciya,
Lakeside,
the Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
The Motions,
Connie Case,
Moss Icon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tommy Roe,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.