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 Ghana and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
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 mellotron 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Dead C,
Juan Atkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agent Orange,
Eddi Front,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mummies,
Zapp,
Motorama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smiths,
Can,
Gang of Four,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris Corsano,
JFA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jawbox,
Tommy Roe,
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mission of Burma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
Rufus Thomas,
Tubeway Army,
D'Angelo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Holt,
The Monochrome Set,
Suicide,
Mo-Dettes,
Silicon Teens,
Ultravox,
The Neon Judgement,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slackers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cramps,
Man Eating Sloth,
One Last Wish,
Pantytec,
Glambeats Corp.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eurythmics,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.