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 Liechtenstein and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
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 chamberlin 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 Sandy B to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Knickerbockers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Black Dice,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Vogues,
Average White Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Lyres,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yazoo,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Urselle,
Symarip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Section 25,
Livin' Joy,
Joey Negro,
The Kinks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blancmange,
The Doors,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yusef Lateef,
Byron Stingily,
10cc,
Brick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Letta Mbulu,
Organ,
Suburban Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marine Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Mark Hollis,
The Beau Brummels,
These Immortal Souls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tim Buckley,
Pantaleimon,
Max Romeo,
Howard Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Associates,
John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Radio Birdman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
EPMD,
Schoolly D,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tres Demented,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.