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 Serbia and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Real Kids to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Wire,
Ice-T,
Jawbox,
Michelle Simonal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Bowie,
Harmonia,
T. Rex,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Copeland,
Yaz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cluster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mad Mike,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brass Construction,
Qualms,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Durutti Column,
Angry Samoans,
Blossom Toes,
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
Flipper,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Sugar Minott,
Eden Ahbez,
Patti Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Altered Images,
Icehouse,
Absolute Body Control,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maleditus Sound,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Index,
Quadrant,
The Blackbyrds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fear,
The Litter,
Robert Görl,
Todd Terry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Hood,
Mantronix,
kango's stein massive,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.