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 Haiti and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Underground Resistance to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
The J.B.'s,
New Age Steppers,
Index,
Moebius,
DNA,
Scion,
Morten Harket,
Jacques Brel,
H. Thieme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Make Up,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sex Pistols,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June Days,
The Index,
Slick Rick,
The Fall,
Ituana,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Terry,
Cybotron,
Derrick May,
Procol Harum,
Tom Boy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hashim,
OOIOO,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cymande,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Normal,
Black Moon,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-Ray Spex,
Subhumans,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonic Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Easy Going,
Radio Birdman,
Au Pairs,
Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Sneak,
the Association,
Blossom Toes,
The Standells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funkadelic,
Tubeway Army,
Colin Newman,
Unwound,
Intrusion,
Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.