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 Brazil and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Buckinghams to the punk 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick Morgan,
Rites of Spring,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Main Source,
Lyres,
The Tremeloes,
Radiohead,
Don Cherry,
Qualms,
Minutemen,
The Dead C,
Sister Nancy,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Wells,
Rosa Yemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hashim,
Grauzone,
Motorama,
David McCallum,
Judy Mowatt,
H. Thieme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moby Grape,
New Order,
Q and Not U,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Soul II Soul,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dave Gahan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
Maleditus Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stereo Dub,
Girls At Our Best!,
Technova,
Smog,
Susan Cadogan,
Aaron Thompson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Half Japanese,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Residents,
FM Einheit,
Rotary Connection,
Depeche Mode,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.