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 Vanuatu and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Theoretical Girls to the funk 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
ABC,
Mr. Review,
The Real Kids,
Magazine,
T. Rex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Byron Stingily,
Yellowson,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick Morgan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Standells,
The Black Dice,
Fluxion,
Harmonia,
Jawbox,
The Smoke,
Johnny Clarke,
Mo-Dettes,
The Beau Brummels,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alphaville,
Man Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Khruangbin,
Agent Orange,
Dark Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Swans,
Fad Gadget,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Walker Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Isaac Hayes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Misunderstood,
Yusef Lateef,
Anakelly,
Vladislav Delay,
Tres Demented,
Lee Hazlewood,
K-Klass,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alton Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Tomorrow,
John Cale,
CMW,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dave Gahan,
The Smiths,
D'Angelo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.