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 Turkey and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Girls At Our Best! to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Pere Ubu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The United States of America,
Arthur Verocai,
Groovy Waters,
Second Layer,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Beau Brummels,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Al Stewart,
Rosa Yemen,
Drexciya,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anakelly,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Sonics,
Joe Finger,
New Order,
The Cowsills,
T.S.O.L.,
Scientists,
Swell Maps,
Shuggie Otis,
Erykah Badu,
Royal Trux,
Pole,
The Names,
Black Bananas,
EPMD,
The Searchers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Simply Red,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
AZ,
This Heat,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Khruangbin,
Adolescents,
X-101,
Marc Almond,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Letta Mbulu,
Kaleidoscope,
Pylon,
Jimmy McGriff,
PIL,
Bush Tetras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lakeside,
Underground Resistance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.