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 Somalia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 The Searchers to the dance 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
The Grass Roots,
Dead Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Delon & Dalcan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Symarip,
Charles Mingus,
Alison Limerick,
Cheater Slicks,
The Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Von Mondo,
The Golliwogs,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Copeland,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grey Daturas,
Anthony Braxton,
Depeche Mode,
Parry Music,
Sight & Sound,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultra Naté,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronnie Foster,
Warsaw,
Dual Sessions,
CMW,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going,
H. Thieme,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Christie,
a-ha,
Graham Central Station,
Dave Gahan,
Pantaleimon,
Anakelly,
Piero Umiliani,
Faraquet,
The Remains,
Robert Hood,
Gabor Szabo,
The Buckinghams,
The Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The J.B.'s,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.