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 Niger and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Young Marble Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris & Cosey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Depeche Mode,
The Blackbyrds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Niagra,
Yazoo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick Morgan,
Connie Case,
Piero Umiliani,
Los Fastidios,
Quantec,
Smog,
Brick,
Hashim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Near,
The Gories,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drexciya,
The Kinks,
Gang Green,
Pet Shop Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
One Last Wish,
Clear Light,
Basic Channel,
Parry Music,
Prince Buster,
Country Teasers,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Görl,
Donald Byrd,
Mr. Review,
DJ Style,
Brass Construction,
Harmonia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Y Pants,
Eddi Front,
Intrusion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rapeman,
Slick Rick,
Danielle Patucci,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalann,
CMW,
The Misunderstood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Glenn Branca,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.