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 Iran and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Mojo Men to the punk 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Livin' Joy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moebius,
L. Decosne,
Colin Newman,
Alice Coltrane,
Technova,
Ituana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hasil Adkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
The Standells,
Janne Schatter,
Second Layer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warsaw,
R.M.O.,
AZ,
The Motions,
Essential Logic,
Warren Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smoke,
Aloha Tigers,
Little Man,
Zero Boys,
Half Japanese,
The Gories,
The Beau Brummels,
Average White Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Kas Product,
Kerri Chandler,
X-101,
The Selecter,
Glenn Branca,
Skarface,
Howard Jones,
Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang On A Can,
Can,
Al Stewart,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New York Dolls,
Arthur Verocai,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June Days,
Peter and Kerry,
the Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantytec,
The Modern Lovers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.