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 Guinea-Bissau and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stiv Bators to the punk 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Gladiators,
The Moleskins,
Lucky Dragons,
Siglo XX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gabor Szabo,
U.S. Maple,
Moss Icon,
Funkadelic,
Sandy B,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kas Product,
Hoover,
The Buckinghams,
Joey Negro,
Isaac Hayes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blues Magoos,
Yaz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Music Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Deakin,
Robert Hood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ohio Players,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Procol Harum,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kayak,
Johnny Clarke,
The Associates,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funky Four + One,
Radiohead,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mummies,
Lalann,
The Cure,
Mantronix,
Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
John Foxx,
Faraquet,
Little Man,
The Birthday Party,
Black Bananas,
Josef K,
B.T. Express,
Ponytail,
Altered Images,
the Slits,
LL Cool J,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quantec,
The Move,
Ossler,
Thompson Twins,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.