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 Singapore and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Joensuu 1685 to the crunk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Godley & Creme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Negative Approach,
the Normal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Angels of Light,
David McCallum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Mantronix,
Iggy Pop,
Tommy Roe,
The Last Poets,
Niagra,
Absolute Body Control,
The Red Krayola,
Dave Gahan,
Albert Ayler,
The Dead C,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Rundgren,
Masters at Work,
Deadbeat,
Banda Bassotti,
The Selecter,
Khruangbin,
Intrusion,
Can,
The Cure,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Gang Dance,
Infiniti,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Severed Heads,
Juan Atkins,
Von Mondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Tremeloes,
Roxette,
Ohio Players,
Ronan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mars,
Silicon Teens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rosa Yemen,
Al Stewart,
Ituana,
The Beau Brummels,
Rod Modell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zapp,
the Bar-Kays,
a-ha,
Television,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.