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 Argentina and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
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 rhodes 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 The Fuzztones to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mantronix,
Easy Going,
Robert Wyatt,
Hardrive,
The Knickerbockers,
Moebius,
Yusef Lateef,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Piero Umiliani,
John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Wasted Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
H. Thieme,
The Music Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Danielle Patucci,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agitation Free,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rufus Thomas,
Steve Hackett,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
Dark Day,
Aloha Tigers,
New York Dolls,
Underground Resistance,
The Gun Club,
Deepchord,
The Beau Brummels,
Morten Harket,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Niagra,
Ponytail,
Prince Buster,
Q and Not U,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Basic Channel,
FM Einheit,
World's Most,
Roger Hodgson,
Marmalade,
Anakelly,
The Stooges,
Maleditus Sound,
The Motions,
Urselle,
Procol Harum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
KRS-One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
D'Angelo,
Ituana,
Sparks,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
Mars,
F. McDonald,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.