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 San Marino 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
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 snare 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 Hoover to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Talk Talk,
Brick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Morten Harket,
Eric Copeland,
Eli Mardock,
The Smiths,
Basic Channel,
Eric Dolphy,
Ponytail,
The Black Dice,
The American Breed,
Dual Sessions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wolf Eyes,
The Associates,
Monolake,
Eddi Front,
Minutemen,
Blake Baxter,
The Gladiators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lucky Dragons,
Ten City,
Intrusion,
Bob Dylan,
Clear Light,
Surgeon,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Simply Red,
The Slackers,
the Normal,
X-102,
Arthur Verocai,
Iggy Pop,
These Immortal Souls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Essential Logic,
Dark Day,
John Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Yazoo,
The Raincoats,
Maleditus Sound,
Scientists,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry's Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Janne Schatter,
Fugazi,
Max Romeo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mars,
Public Enemy,
48th St. Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.