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 Bolivia and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Fear to the techno 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Graham Central Station,
Ponytail,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Roger Hodgson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Q and Not U,
Khruangbin,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Outsiders,
The Dirtbombs,
Sparks,
Amon Düül II,
Althea and Donna,
The Victims,
Maurizio,
Gang Starr,
The Names,
David Axelrod,
Second Layer,
Smog,
The Moleskins,
T. Rex,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blake Baxter,
Crash Course in Science,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Wells,
Babytalk,
Vainqueur,
Lucky Dragons,
AZ,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pop Group,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
Camberwell Now,
Roxette,
Roxy Music,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Clarke,
Average White Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Von Mondo,
the Swans,
The Searchers,
Jeff Lynne,
Radio Birdman,
Darondo,
Warsaw,
Deakin,
John Holt,
Monolake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.