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 Oman and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slick Rick to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Pylon,
The Fuzztones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Buzzcocks,
The Fortunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ponytail,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roger Hodgson,
The Toasters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bronski Beat,
Parry Music,
Country Teasers,
The Five Americans,
Byron Stingily,
The Stooges,
Faust,
Lindisfarne,
Q65,
Ultravox,
Basic Channel,
Radio Birdman,
X-101,
Surgeon,
Davy DMX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minor Threat,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young,
Susan Cadogan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slackers,
Rites of Spring,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cowsills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Danielle Patucci,
Vainqueur,
Angry Samoans,
Q and Not U,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Wells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Absolute Body Control,
Boz Scaggs,
Trumans Water,
Pantaleimon,
Mark Hollis,
Ornette Coleman,
Khruangbin,
Derrick May,
Anthony Braxton,
Nils Olav,
Ludus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.