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 Mali and from Toronto.
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 Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Robert Palmer 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grunge 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Terry,
Maleditus Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Wake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Velvet Underground,
Yazoo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Raincoats,
Fat Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deepchord,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Halsall,
David Axelrod,
Lou Christie,
Depeche Mode,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pole,
Lalann,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Beau Brummels,
Animal Collective,
cv313,
Reagan Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Josef K,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
In Retrospect,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Little Man,
Symarip,
Alphaville,
ABC,
The Music Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Scrapy,
Masters at Work,
Sex Pistols,
Radiohead,
The Techniques,
Gang of Four,
Drexciya,
Harmonia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gap Band,
Second Layer,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Hood,
The Gladiators,
Supertramp,
The Real Kids,
Boredoms,
Angry Samoans,
The Divine Comedy,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.