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 Tehran.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Lou Reed to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Quando Quango,
Mars,
Second Layer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Khruangbin,
Sugar Minott,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New York Dolls,
June Days,
Circle Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Camouflage,
Whodini,
The Buckinghams,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
KRS-One,
Drexciya,
Bronski Beat,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül,
Yaz,
LL Cool J,
The Wake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Accadde A,
Surgeon,
Hot Snakes,
Loose Ends,
The Beau Brummels,
Suicide,
The Cure,
Gregory Isaacs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Near,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick May,
UT,
Dead Boys,
Qualms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
The Knickerbockers,
Scan 7,
Chris Corsano,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grauzone,
Sällskapet,
Mission of Burma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magazine,
Tubeway Army,
The Move,
Slick Rick,
Pierre Henry,
Marvin Gaye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Deepchord,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.