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 Thailand and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 FM Einheit to the punk 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
R.M.O.,
Ice-T,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Fraelich,
Fat Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronan,
Minny Pops,
Livin' Joy,
Reagan Youth,
Blake Baxter,
The Neon Judgement,
X-Ray Spex,
Von Mondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
T. Rex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Young Rascals,
Pantytec,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monochrome Set,
Bronski Beat,
Deakin,
Black Pus,
The Walker Brothers,
Shoche,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skarface,
The Cramps,
Kaleidoscope,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Zapp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Terry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sparks,
Marmalade,
Nils Olav,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Adolescents,
Man Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Names,
Marc Almond,
Tomorrow,
The Litter,
The Grass Roots,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Clarke,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Black Dice,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.