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 Romania and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sandy B to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flash Fearless,
Josef K,
Derrick Morgan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Danielle Patucci,
The Raincoats,
The Cramps,
Eric Copeland,
New York Dolls,
Patti Smith,
Guru Guru,
Q65,
T.S.O.L.,
Radio Birdman,
This Heat,
Byron Stingily,
Kool Moe Dee,
Graham Central Station,
The Toasters,
Half Japanese,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masters at Work,
Rod Modell,
U.S. Maple,
Severed Heads,
Barclay James Harvest,
Surgeon,
Ludus,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cowsills,
Black Moon,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
Franke,
Grauzone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül,
Lou Christie,
The Neon Judgement,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alison Limerick,
Zapp,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stiv Bators,
The Saints,
Clear Light,
Arcadia,
Harpers Bizarre,
D'Angelo,
the Association,
Thee Headcoats,
Wings,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.