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 Madagascar and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Sound Behaviour,
Eurythmics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Duran Duran,
Robert Hood,
Babytalk,
DJ Sneak,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joey Negro,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nico,
Sugar Minott,
The Sound,
The Sonics,
Todd Terry,
Unwound,
Sam Rivers,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heaven 17,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scan 7,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Sheep,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Victims,
Connie Case,
Ituana,
Anakelly,
Godley & Creme,
Scion,
DJ Style,
The Offenders,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harmonia,
Au Pairs,
Motorama,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Bananas,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Birthday Party,
The Gladiators,
The Star Department,
Television Personalities,
The Saints,
The Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joyce Sims,
Piero Umiliani,
Agent Orange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kenny Larkin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.