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 Chile 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Altered Images to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Mission of Burma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grey Daturas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sam Rivers,
48th St. Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
The Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sugar Minott,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vladislav Delay,
Agitation Free,
The Associates,
Crash Course in Science,
Rakim,
John Cale,
Hashim,
John Lydon,
Oneida,
Joy Division,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cal Tjader,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Symarip,
The Fugs,
FM Einheit,
Second Layer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Trumans Water,
Blake Baxter,
Bluetip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Little Man,
Janne Schatter,
These Immortal Souls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ken Boothe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moody Blues,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Christie,
Groovy Waters,
The Blues Magoos,
Accadde A,
The Seeds,
Scrapy,
The Music Machine,
Bauhaus,
Ronan,
Scion,
Hardrive,
Underground Resistance,
Neu!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liliput,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.