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 Micronesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Foxx to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
EPMD,
Procol Harum,
Shoche,
Guru Guru,
The Stooges,
Severed Heads,
Das Ding,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Davy DMX,
Ice-T,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
KRS-One,
New Order,
Zero Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
Schoolly D,
Sarah Menescal,
John Lydon,
David Axelrod,
Erasure,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hashim,
Angry Samoans,
Freddie Wadling,
Arthur Verocai,
Infiniti,
Joe Smooth,
Fluxion,
The Fugs,
The Durutti Column,
Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Unwound,
Colin Newman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris & Cosey,
Rosa Yemen,
OOIOO,
Mo-Dettes,
Underground Resistance,
Godley & Creme,
Skriet,
T.S.O.L.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Icehouse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Eden Ahbez,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crooked Eye,
Swell Maps,
Quando Quango,
Lungfish,
Technova,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agitation Free,
Skaos,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.