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 Iraq and from Seoul.
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 Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 David Axelrod to the disco 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Al Stewart,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alice Coltrane,
EPMD,
the Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
The Martian,
The Gap Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nik Kershaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Human League,
Sister Nancy,
X-102,
Theoretical Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Minny Pops,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Fraelich,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Bar-Kays,
X-101,
Newcleus,
the Human League,
Jacques Brel,
The Barracudas,
June of 44,
Lyres,
The Walker Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Von Mondo,
Eric Copeland,
Lalann,
The Saints,
Minutemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hot Snakes,
PIL,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Connie Case,
Camberwell Now,
Lower 48,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lungfish,
The Count Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Görl,
Glenn Branca,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smiths,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Deakin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.