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 Serbia and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Joe Smooth to the dance 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gabor Szabo,
Ludus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Second Layer,
Nico,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tubeway Army,
Oblivians,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Martian,
the Bar-Kays,
The Count Five,
Alphaville,
Erykah Badu,
The Cramps,
Black Sheep,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang On A Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Unwound,
Derrick Morgan,
New Order,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mars,
The Five Americans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fugazi,
Colin Newman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eddi Front,
The American Breed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q and Not U,
Ossler,
R.M.O.,
10cc,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band,
The Slackers,
Schoolly D,
The Techniques,
Dark Day,
Ultra Naté,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fear,
Erasure,
Underground Resistance,
The Pretty Things,
Wolf Eyes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Slits,
Inner City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.