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 Syria and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sugar Minott to the punk 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Minutemen,
UT,
Ituana,
the Normal,
Metal Thangz,
New Age Steppers,
Negative Approach,
Bill Near,
The Barracudas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MC5,
The Moody Blues,
Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Unwound,
Dead Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Outsiders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kayak,
Eve St. Jones,
Little Man,
Depeche Mode,
a-ha,
the Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sound,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Stooges,
Easy Going,
Joey Negro,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sandy B,
the Germs,
Gong,
Ice-T,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Associates,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nas,
Loose Ends,
The Fugs,
K-Klass,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maurizio,
Donny Hathaway,
The Residents,
Warsaw,
Iggy Pop,
Stockholm Monsters,
Basic Channel,
Mr. Review,
Davy DMX,
DJ Sneak,
Lower 48,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.