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 Palau and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 X-102 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Zeros,
Kool Moe Dee,
Theoretical Girls,
JFA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reagan Youth,
Blossom Toes,
The United States of America,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nico,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delta 5,
10cc,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Shoche,
Connie Case,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kayak,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Near,
Swell Maps,
The Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Tim Buckley,
The Litter,
Livin' Joy,
The Young Rascals,
Erykah Badu,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Axelrod,
Organ,
Lindisfarne,
Quantec,
Bluetip,
Essential Logic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Groovy Waters,
Gregory Isaacs,
DNA,
Ken Boothe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stiv Bators,
Fat Boys,
Cybotron,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anakelly,
Ponytail,
Moby Grape,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Görl,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.