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 Ecuador and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sugar Minott,
The Leaves,
The Star Department,
The Angels of Light,
Excepter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doobie Brothers,
Whodini,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eden Ahbez,
The Selecter,
CMW,
Vainqueur,
cv313,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Heaven 17,
The Doors,
Minny Pops,
John Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Arcadia,
Fluxion,
Severed Heads,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zapp,
a-ha,
Donny Hathaway,
The Velvet Underground,
The Misunderstood,
Maurizio,
Yazoo,
Q and Not U,
Schoolly D,
Eric Copeland,
PIL,
Ornette Coleman,
Leonard Cohen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Niagra,
Symarip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül II,
Pole,
Tim Buckley,
The Shadows of Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Basic Channel,
Sandy B,
Clear Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cowsills,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.