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 Sierra Leone and from Halifax.
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 New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Captain Beefheart 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 David Axelrod to the jazz 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
China Crisis,
Iggy Pop,
EPMD,
Saccharine Trust,
John Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Hoover,
Erasure,
Panda Bear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Das Ding,
Cluster,
The Move,
Pylon,
Harry Pussy,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerri Chandler,
Supertramp,
The Gories,
Gong,
E-Dancer,
X-101,
The Monochrome Set,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Copeland,
The Beau Brummels,
The Busters,
Radiohead,
The Neon Judgement,
Danielle Patucci,
Sällskapet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maurizio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Alton Ellis,
Inner City,
Gichy Dan,
Goldenarms,
H. Thieme,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
LL Cool J,
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Visage,
The Fall,
Scion,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
kango's stein massive,
The Blackbyrds,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liliput,
The Offenders,
June Days,
Hashim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.