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 Nauru and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Arcadia to the techno 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Shoche,
Blancmange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cecil Taylor,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Sneak,
Tres Demented,
The Fugs,
Soul II Soul,
The United States of America,
the Association,
Matthew Bourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül,
Delta 5,
Guru Guru,
Vainqueur,
Soft Machine,
Ice-T,
Cal Tjader,
Kerri Chandler,
Alison Limerick,
Flash Fearless,
These Immortal Souls,
Barrington Levy,
Eli Mardock,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Bowie,
The Barracudas,
Pantaleimon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiohead,
Moss Icon,
Quando Quango,
Urselle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Prince Buster,
The Monks,
Agitation Free,
New Age Steppers,
Brothers Johnson,
Bluetip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Desert Stars,
Smog,
The Searchers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ponytail,
Rotary Connection,
Hasil Adkins,
the Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Section 25,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Flag,
Darondo,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.