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 Libya and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Depeche Mode to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Toni Rubio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boz Scaggs,
Marmalade,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Wells,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monochrome Set,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
Quando Quango,
La Düsseldorf,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sound,
Trumans Water,
Newcleus,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers,
Saccharine Trust,
Sällskapet,
David Axelrod,
The Mummies,
Don Cherry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Raincoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Malaria!,
AZ,
Danielle Patucci,
Eden Ahbez,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantaleimon,
B.T. Express,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Walker Brothers,
The Standells,
Jerry's Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gun Club,
The Cramps,
Agent Orange,
The Dead C,
Al Stewart,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Machine,
Index,
Derrick May,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.