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 Fiji and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Faust to the funk 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Skriet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris Corsano,
The Five Americans,
Dave Gahan,
Ronnie Foster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erykah Badu,
Cluster,
Sixth Finger,
the Association,
Khruangbin,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Delta 5,
Deadbeat,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Unwound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
Royal Trux,
Gang Green,
Black Pus,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed,
cv313,
The Buckinghams,
Radiohead,
Aaron Thompson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pylon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grey Daturas,
Pussy Galore,
K-Klass,
Bill Near,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
New York Dolls,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Minutemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moss Icon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T. Rex,
the Germs,
Das Ding,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Mills,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slackers,
X-102,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.