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 Burkina and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grey Daturas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Parrish,
The Selecter,
Average White Band,
John Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Peter & Gordon,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Fraelich,
Moebius,
Metal Thangz,
Bauhaus,
Von Mondo,
Animal Collective,
Pole,
Thee Headcoats,
Loose Ends,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smoke,
Eli Mardock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hardrive,
Jacques Brel,
The Smiths,
Heaven 17,
June Days,
Bill Wells,
Mission of Burma,
Tubeway Army,
Minor Threat,
Darondo,
Deadbeat,
Freddie Wadling,
The Trojans,
The Misunderstood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Y Pants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Main Source,
Magma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Mantronix,
Scientists,
Symarip,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kayak,
Little Man,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bluetip,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Beau Brummels,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.