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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 The Skatalites 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warren Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Oneida,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Remains,
Mr. Review,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aural Exciters,
The Walker Brothers,
Arcadia,
Lakeside,
Stiv Bators,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Flag,
This Heat,
The Knickerbockers,
The Black Dice,
Derrick May,
Morten Harket,
D'Angelo,
Alison Limerick,
Donald Byrd,
Visage,
Toni Rubio,
Flash Fearless,
Hashim,
T.S.O.L.,
The Angels of Light,
Tim Buckley,
Sixth Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Saints,
Fugazi,
The Neon Judgement,
Pierre Henry,
ABBA,
Bob Dylan,
Organ,
Alphaville,
Von Mondo,
Q and Not U,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Cybotron,
David Axelrod,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Sneak,
Bad Manners,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tubeway Army,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crooked Eye,
The Busters,
Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Sister Nancy,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.