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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stereo Dub to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rod Modell,
The Barracudas,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Green,
Grey Daturas,
Joey Negro,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
H. Thieme,
Marmalade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Patti Smith,
Easy Going,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris Corsano,
Barry Ungar,
The Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Marvin Gaye,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shoche,
Rakim,
Fear,
Chris & Cosey,
Section 25,
The Fuzztones,
Radio Birdman,
Metal Thangz,
The Real Kids,
The Count Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Görl,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
UT,
Bobby Sherman,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers,
Davy DMX,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Normal,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Warren Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cowsills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Yusef Lateef,
Sam Rivers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
E-Dancer,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.