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 Antigua and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Clear Light to the dance 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Henry Cow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Starr,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bob Dylan,
Sällskapet,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Parrish,
Carl Craig,
The Kinks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Dennis Brown,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra,
Faust,
Franke,
Schoolly D,
The Skatalites,
Desert Stars,
Pantytec,
Massinfluence,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Crooked Eye,
Inner City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erasure,
Blake Baxter,
The Dead C,
Zapp,
Sixth Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Halsall,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kayak,
Trumans Water,
Jawbox,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cramps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anakelly,
Andrew Hill,
World's Most,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tim Buckley,
Harry Pussy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television Personalities,
Oblivians,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Drexciya,
Isaac Hayes,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.