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 Vietnam and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 Carl Craig to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Real Kids,
Juan Atkins,
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood,
Vladislav Delay,
Animal Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Groovy Waters,
Alphaville,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Bananas,
Agitation Free,
The Gories,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quantec,
Inner City,
Half Japanese,
Nas,
Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pop Group,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris & Cosey,
Khruangbin,
Janne Schatter,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Buzzcocks,
Jacob Miller,
Grey Daturas,
Junior Murvin,
Kayak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pussy Galore,
Lucky Dragons,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
Derrick Morgan,
X-101,
Blake Baxter,
The Buckinghams,
Interpol,
The Associates,
Deepchord,
Albert Ayler,
The Golliwogs,
Sight & Sound,
Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David McCallum,
The Names,
the Germs,
The Red Krayola,
Ultravox,
Kerrie Biddell,
MDC,
Tommy Roe,
The Offenders,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.