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 Uruguay and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Oneida to the techno 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Youth Brigade,
Bauhaus,
Don Cherry,
The Motions,
Sixth Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
JFA,
Essential Logic,
Audionom,
Pylon,
China Crisis,
Andrew Hill,
T. Rex,
In Retrospect,
Kerri Chandler,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxy Music,
Shoche,
FM Einheit,
Bang On A Can,
Junior Murvin,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doors,
Niagra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fad Gadget,
Nils Olav,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Qualms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lakeside,
These Immortal Souls,
Pussy Galore,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
Organ,
Robert Görl,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
Al Stewart,
Suburban Knight,
Amazonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Quando Quango,
The Evens,
8 Eyed Spy,
One Last Wish,
Deepchord,
Icehouse,
Deadbeat,
Procol Harum,
Duran Duran,
Skaos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.