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 Rwanda and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Slackers 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tom Boy,
Arcadia,
The United States of America,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mandrill,
Oblivians,
Warren Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Sandy B,
Shoche,
Stiv Bators,
Alison Limerick,
Black Sheep,
Connie Case,
Swell Maps,
The Moleskins,
The Mojo Men,
Deakin,
Pere Ubu,
Surgeon,
Niagra,
Peter and Kerry,
Joy Division,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Morten Harket,
John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Sällskapet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camouflage,
Prince Buster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Teasers,
Minor Threat,
Eli Mardock,
The Vogues,
L. Decosne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kas Product,
D'Angelo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lyres,
Judy Mowatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Youth Brigade,
Ice-T,
The Music Machine,
cv313,
Glenn Branca,
Tim Buckley,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agent Orange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.