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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Brick to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 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 Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Don Cherry,
The Associates,
Zapp,
Second Layer,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blossom Toes,
Pylon,
Sällskapet,
Angry Samoans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Althea and Donna,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thompson Twins,
Kayak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Graham Central Station,
X-102,
Jawbox,
U.S. Maple,
The Cowsills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stereo Dub,
Cameo,
Eden Ahbez,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Five Americans,
Aswad,
Lebanon Hanover,
Albert Ayler,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Josef K,
A Certain Ratio,
The Residents,
Ultravox,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Bowie,
Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
Jandek,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scion,
Interpol,
the Swans,
Yaz,
Cybotron,
David Axelrod,
Danielle Patucci,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
Babytalk,
Funky Four + One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Idris Muhammad,
The J.B.'s,
The Doors,
Soul II Soul,
Pulsallama,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.