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 Jordan and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oneida to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Yazoo,
Spandau Ballet,
The Selecter,
Symarip,
The Tremeloes,
Thompson Twins,
Popol Vuh,
Scientists,
Barry Ungar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Martian,
Bang On A Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang of Four,
Khruangbin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Toasters,
Das Ding,
Ornette Coleman,
Vladislav Delay,
Reuben Wilson,
Television Personalities,
Soft Machine,
The Busters,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slits,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pylon,
Sun Ra,
John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ken Boothe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Offenders,
Wasted Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Hoover,
Kayak,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
David Axelrod,
Quadrant,
Eric Copeland,
Schoolly D,
Todd Terry,
Brothers Johnson,
Morten Harket,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Clarke,
Maurizio,
Talk Talk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.