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 Taiwan and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Walker Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
CMW,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minutemen,
The Tremeloes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-101,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxette,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yellowson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Make Up,
Inner City,
Quando Quango,
Prince Buster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
K-Klass,
Fat Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harmonia,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Lydon,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacques Brel,
Fela Kuti,
The Leaves,
Flash Fearless,
Ken Boothe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Lynne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yazoo,
John Holt,
Visage,
World's Most,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camouflage,
A Certain Ratio,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rosa Yemen,
KRS-One,
Duran Duran,
Robert Wyatt,
Delta 5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minny Pops,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.