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 Azerbaijan and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 Skriet to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Associates,
Grauzone,
Franke,
Make Up,
Buzzcocks,
Nico,
Theoretical Girls,
E-Dancer,
Massinfluence,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moody Blues,
Scrapy,
Ten City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television Personalities,
Slave,
Moby Grape,
Trumans Water,
Banda Bassotti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Easy Going,
Letta Mbulu,
Quadrant,
Nils Olav,
Graham Central Station,
Neu!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy Collins,
Ludus,
David Axelrod,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Golliwogs,
Goldenarms,
OOIOO,
The Fire Engines,
MC5,
The Doobie Brothers,
Main Source,
Yellowson,
Michelle Simonal,
Hashim,
Todd Terry,
Kerri Chandler,
the Normal,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
The Misunderstood,
The Music Machine,
The Searchers,
Ossler,
The Names,
Rites of Spring,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.