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 Malawi and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cluster to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Warsaw,
Pulsallama,
The Sound,
Lou Reed,
Funky Four + One,
Carl Craig,
Bad Manners,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yaz,
Tom Boy,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Smog,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Mills,
Aural Exciters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Supertramp,
Average White Band,
Joy Division,
Buzzcocks,
Drexciya,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
Joensuu 1685,
Mars,
Jacques Brel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Trojans,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Germs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mummies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Sneak,
Crime,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
The Smoke,
Metal Thangz,
The Wake,
Minny Pops,
Masters at Work,
Juan Atkins,
UT,
Isaac Hayes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shoche,
June of 44,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.