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 Morocco and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
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 synthesizer 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 Panda Bear to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Alton Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Susan Cadogan,
Parry Music,
Wally Richardson,
Angry Samoans,
Joyce Sims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Throbbing Gristle,
Negative Approach,
The Divine Comedy,
Terry Callier,
Alice Coltrane,
The Selecter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radio Birdman,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy Collins,
Brand Nubian,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Simply Red,
The Cramps,
Easy Going,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anakelly,
Ronnie Foster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Popol Vuh,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alphaville,
Godley & Creme,
Fugazi,
The Human League,
Bill Near,
Niagra,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Wells,
Sex Pistols,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Lynne,
Warsaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Essential Logic,
Jandek,
The Buckinghams,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
AZ,
DJ Sneak,
The Cure,
Faust,
The Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.