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 Swaziland and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grime 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Jandek,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Freddie Wadling,
Kaleidoscope,
the Normal,
Nick Fraelich,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Babytalk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MDC,
Japan,
Unwound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Audionom,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Mantronix,
EPMD,
Icehouse,
Boz Scaggs,
Ten City,
Mars,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Clarke,
Sam Rivers,
Visage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Silicon Teens,
Smog,
June of 44,
Wally Richardson,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Don Cherry,
Ronan,
Reuben Wilson,
Depeche Mode,
Amazonics,
LL Cool J,
Crash Course in Science,
Massinfluence,
Half Japanese,
Fat Boys,
Pylon,
Sun City Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sandy B,
Crooked Eye,
Skarface,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.