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 Korea North and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Royal Trux to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Crime,
Easy Going,
Excepter,
The Pop Group,
The Fall,
Brass Construction,
Hoover,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang On A Can,
Slave,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Slick Rick,
Magazine,
Lou Reed,
Desert Stars,
Fluxion,
Max Romeo,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Fraelich,
Sex Pistols,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lindisfarne,
The American Breed,
John Cale,
Bauhaus,
KRS-One,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eurythmics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Second Layer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerri Chandler,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thompson Twins,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Evens,
Rosa Yemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Red Krayola,
London Community Gospel Choir,
These Immortal Souls,
Scientists,
CMW,
Sparks,
Q65,
Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Babytalk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Flag,
Rod Modell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ice-T,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.