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 Mauritius and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Alice Coltrane to the dance 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Rotary Connection,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Finger,
The Five Americans,
H. Thieme,
Gang Starr,
The Saints,
Ronnie Foster,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order,
Johnny Osbourne,
Silicon Teens,
Oneida,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Sheep,
Ice-T,
Erasure,
Ken Boothe,
Sister Nancy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mojo Men,
Desert Stars,
Cal Tjader,
The Doors,
Roxy Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Durutti Column,
Echospace,
The Cure,
Roger Hodgson,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy Collins,
Yaz,
Chrome,
Pierre Henry,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Franke,
Groovy Waters,
Eden Ahbez,
Eve St. Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warsaw,
Vladislav Delay,
World's Most,
Excepter,
Sällskapet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bad Manners,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blake Baxter,
Henry Cow,
CMW,
a-ha,
Suicide,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.