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 Ivory Coast and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Busters to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
KRS-One,
The Knickerbockers,
A Certain Ratio,
Nik Kershaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Tremeloes,
The Walker Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
the Human League,
Marine Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Tubeway Army,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-102,
The Angels of Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Lindisfarne,
Warsaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Toasters,
Suicide,
Alton Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-Ray Spex,
Siglo XX,
Rites of Spring,
The Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
June Days,
The Beau Brummels,
Crooked Eye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
Subhumans,
Dawn Penn,
New York Dolls,
Brick,
Pagans,
Warren Ellis,
Interpol,
Don Cherry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television Personalities,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Whodini,
Hashim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brass Construction,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mummies,
John Foxx,
Inner City,
Supertramp,
ABC,
Idris Muhammad,
Amazonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Index,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.