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 Algeria and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Robert Wyatt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Icehouse,
Swans,
Amazonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Darondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Searchers,
Thee Headcoats,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gories,
Gang of Four,
Black Bananas,
Bob Dylan,
Buzzcocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantytec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Techniques,
The Five Americans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Görl,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris & Cosey,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-101,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hardrive,
Albert Ayler,
Steve Hackett,
The Martian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Colin Newman,
T.S.O.L.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erykah Badu,
Isaac Hayes,
Aloha Tigers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Godley & Creme,
Juan Atkins,
Bluetip,
The Offenders,
Accadde A,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.