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 Algeria and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Kayak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Misunderstood,
Harry Pussy,
Yusef Lateef,
Fluxion,
Roger Hodgson,
Oneida,
E-Dancer,
Visage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aswad,
Black Sheep,
Quantec,
The Happenings,
World's Most,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ohio Players,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slackers,
Roxy Music,
Peter & Gordon,
The Grass Roots,
Eli Mardock,
Television,
Accadde A,
The Invisible,
Smog,
Ultra Naté,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül II,
The Smoke,
LL Cool J,
The Black Dice,
Japan,
The Index,
Lower 48,
John Holt,
Minor Threat,
The American Breed,
the Germs,
Pussy Galore,
The Vogues,
EPMD,
Monks,
Brass Construction,
Talk Talk,
Delta 5,
The Monochrome Set,
Laurel Aitken,
Archie Shepp,
Mars,
The Evens,
Cymande,
The Doobie Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.