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 Iran and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
L. Decosne,
Kenny Larkin,
Index,
Simply Red,
Black Moon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rufus Thomas,
Anthony Braxton,
The Neon Judgement,
Mark Hollis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sandy B,
Gregory Isaacs,
Buzzcocks,
Livin' Joy,
Fad Gadget,
Whodini,
Faraquet,
Derrick Morgan,
Kayak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Connie Case,
Sight & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Make Up,
In Retrospect,
The Selecter,
Rotary Connection,
Swans,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vainqueur,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Leaves,
David McCallum,
Joy Division,
Brick,
Johnny Clarke,
Aaron Thompson,
Darondo,
Faust,
Fugazi,
Goldenarms,
Radiohead,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Starr,
Nas,
World's Most,
Brand Nubian,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Circle Jerks,
Babytalk,
Dennis Brown,
UT,
Derrick May,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.