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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Trojans to the funk 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cluster,
Monolake,
Ornette Coleman,
Eli Mardock,
Groovy Waters,
Little Man,
Lungfish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June Days,
The Walker Brothers,
Newcleus,
Joensuu 1685,
Cybotron,
Jeff Lynne,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pretty Things,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spandau Ballet,
Boredoms,
Colin Newman,
Erasure,
Maurizio,
Davy DMX,
Suburban Knight,
This Heat,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang On A Can,
JFA,
T. Rex,
Brass Construction,
Kenny Larkin,
Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacques Brel,
Oblivians,
The Selecter,
ABC,
The Techniques,
The Slackers,
Rakim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Loose Ends,
Easy Going,
The Moleskins,
Gang of Four,
Tommy Roe,
Patti Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Panda Bear,
John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Fear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Fraelich,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.