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 Spain 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Henry Cow to the rap 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Inner City,
Hashim,
Deakin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sam Rivers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantytec,
Glenn Branca,
Japan,
Eddi Front,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Clear Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pole,
Bobby Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiohead,
Procol Harum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Order,
Yusef Lateef,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siglo XX,
Stockholm Monsters,
Laurel Aitken,
Alphaville,
Chrome,
the Bar-Kays,
Sällskapet,
Whodini,
Boredoms,
Hasil Adkins,
Althea and Donna,
Faust,
Blancmange,
Carl Craig,
MDC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Popol Vuh,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Danielle Patucci,
Quantec,
The Smiths,
Leonard Cohen,
Wings,
The Tremeloes,
Cecil Taylor,
Stiv Bators,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.