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 Guinea-Bissau and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Techniques to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Lalann,
Arthur Verocai,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blues Magoos,
Maleditus Sound,
Chrome,
David Bowie,
Stetsasonic,
The Tremeloes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultra Naté,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
a-ha,
Pere Ubu,
Warsaw,
The Smiths,
The Mojo Men,
Mantronix,
Sparks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hot Snakes,
Pantaleimon,
Charles Mingus,
The Barracudas,
Groovy Waters,
The United States of America,
The Happenings,
Spandau Ballet,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Beau Brummels,
Nas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swell Maps,
B.T. Express,
Q and Not U,
The Grass Roots,
Cal Tjader,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispy Ambulance,
UT,
Black Bananas,
The Pop Group,
Brick,
Mandrill,
Bang On A Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arcadia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxy Music,
Delta 5,
Funky Four + One,
Dark Day,
Excepter,
Simply Red,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Near,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.