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 Kiribati and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 The Blues Magoos to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Outsiders,
The Saints,
Fat Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pere Ubu,
Wire,
Man Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Jawbox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Albert Ayler,
the Germs,
Eve St. Jones,
Deadbeat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pussy Galore,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare,
Franke,
Essential Logic,
T. Rex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Clear Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gories,
Sugar Minott,
Organ,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stiv Bators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Prince Buster,
New Order,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
H. Thieme,
Erykah Badu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zero Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ornette Coleman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slave,
Moss Icon,
Lucky Dragons,
June of 44,
Eric Copeland,
The Moleskins,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.