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 Ghana and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Fluxion to the rock 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Ronan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deakin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lindisfarne,
Thee Headcoats,
Harry Pussy,
The Pretty Things,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hasil Adkins,
Althea and Donna,
June Days,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Ken Boothe,
Joey Negro,
KRS-One,
The Knickerbockers,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joy Division,
Spoonie Gee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shuggie Otis,
Aloha Tigers,
Gong,
Judy Mowatt,
The Misunderstood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Remains,
Chrome,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Interpol,
Moebius,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Prince Buster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minor Threat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cal Tjader,
Qualms,
Mo-Dettes,
Motorama,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Sheep,
L. Decosne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Move,
Davy DMX,
Darondo,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.