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 Montenegro and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Newcleus to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marvin Gaye,
Loose Ends,
Popol Vuh,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Parrish,
Warsaw,
New York Dolls,
Zero Boys,
T. Rex,
Second Layer,
Funky Four + One,
Stetsasonic,
Unwound,
Lakeside,
Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Los Fastidios,
Deakin,
Brass Construction,
Robert Wyatt,
K-Klass,
Chris Corsano,
Con Funk Shun,
Wire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pussy Galore,
Tommy Roe,
Rakim,
R.M.O.,
Stereo Dub,
The Litter,
The Kinks,
Sandy B,
Ice-T,
Dual Sessions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Panda Bear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lucky Dragons,
Mark Hollis,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
AZ,
Rod Modell,
Swell Maps,
Metal Thangz,
Ossler,
Cybotron,
Soulsonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.