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 Kyrgyzstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Deakin to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Ken Boothe,
Cameo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Little Man,
Brick,
Morten Harket,
Infiniti,
Moss Icon,
Ten City,
ABC,
Cal Tjader,
The Gap Band,
The Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Anthony Braxton,
Nik Kershaw,
Ohio Players,
Qualms,
The Doors,
Bad Manners,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Au Pairs,
The Names,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Bowie,
The Walker Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Youth Brigade,
Rapeman,
Matthew Halsall,
Desert Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Brand Nubian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cure,
Howard Jones,
Von Mondo,
Robert Hood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unwound,
Camouflage,
Newcleus,
Alison Limerick,
Oneida,
ABBA,
OOIOO,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eli Mardock,
Deakin,
Vainqueur,
Chris Corsano,
Arab on Radar,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.