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 Cyprus and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Judy Mowatt,
The Litter,
Flipper,
Bluetip,
Suburban Knight,
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Michelle Simonal,
Bush Tetras,
Hashim,
Janne Schatter,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Rundgren,
This Heat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Schoolly D,
Peter & Gordon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers,
Tim Buckley,
D'Angelo,
Subhumans,
Joey Negro,
Negative Approach,
Suicide,
the Germs,
Surgeon,
Scan 7,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kevin Saunderson,
cv313,
Josef K,
Gichy Dan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Enemy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
LL Cool J,
Infiniti,
The Remains,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Mills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vainqueur,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerri Chandler,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fuzztones,
Main Source,
Pylon,
Pussy Galore,
The Seeds,
The Mummies,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.