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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scientists,
Hasil Adkins,
Masters at Work,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Liliput,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Niagra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neu!,
The Cramps,
Bill Near,
Eddi Front,
Rod Modell,
Derrick Morgan,
Visage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Music Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reagan Youth,
The Gladiators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nas,
Stiv Bators,
Ten City,
Pantaleimon,
Rosa Yemen,
Aural Exciters,
Anthony Braxton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Subhumans,
JFA,
Dead Boys,
The Moody Blues,
The Saints,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kurtis Blow,
Danielle Patucci,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wire,
Graham Central Station,
Surgeon,
The Techniques,
Eric Dolphy,
Cheater Slicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kas Product,
Howard Jones,
Warren Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mummies,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.