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 Argentina and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Agitation Free to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pagans,
David Bowie,
The Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Frankie Knuckles,
Excepter,
Porter Ricks,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Trumans Water,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Lydon,
The Happenings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Litter,
Kayak,
Pylon,
Sound Behaviour,
Tres Demented,
Camouflage,
The Fugs,
Suicide,
Theoretical Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hashim,
Dark Day,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Almond,
Hardrive,
Howard Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Prince Buster,
Patti Smith,
X-101,
Television Personalities,
Rapeman,
Mary Jane Girls,
David McCallum,
Anthony Braxton,
Erasure,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare,
The Names,
Q and Not U,
La Düsseldorf,
Essential Logic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scion,
The Barracudas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Absolute Body Control,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fluxion,
Cluster,
The Seeds,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.