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 Norway and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Simply Red to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scratch Acid,
Amazonics,
Second Layer,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül II,
Camouflage,
X-Ray Spex,
Graham Central Station,
Altered Images,
Rufus Thomas,
Lindisfarne,
Ronan,
Dennis Brown,
John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
PIL,
The Sound,
Davy DMX,
Absolute Body Control,
Crime,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kaleidoscope,
Magma,
David Axelrod,
Half Japanese,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sex Pistols,
Clear Light,
Pantaleimon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Bowie,
Ten City,
Junior Murvin,
Mantronix,
Aural Exciters,
The American Breed,
Bauhaus,
Ituana,
John Foxx,
Bill Wells,
Lower 48,
Darondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mad Mike,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Searchers,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Style,
Yusef Lateef,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.