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 the UAE and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Iggy Pop to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Fraelich,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Görl,
Tears for Fears,
F. McDonald,
the Swans,
Quadrant,
Aswad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Interpol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faust,
Prince Buster,
Grauzone,
The Monochrome Set,
Tom Boy,
Lou Christie,
Bang On A Can,
Television,
Althea and Donna,
MDC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Raincoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ituana,
Erykah Badu,
LL Cool J,
Scion,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Almond,
Neu!,
Archie Shepp,
Fat Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers,
Hashim,
Man Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pagans,
Lou Reed,
The Pop Group,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Mantronix,
Camberwell Now,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Knickerbockers,
JFA,
Dead Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Echospace,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.