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 Afghanistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Loose Ends to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Interpol,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gong,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Crime,
Zero Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drexciya,
China Crisis,
James White and The Blacks,
Brand Nubian,
Eli Mardock,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suicide,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Sneak,
The Mojo Men,
Duran Duran,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rites of Spring,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Royal Trux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Parry Music,
Andrew Hill,
The Leaves,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonic Youth,
Rekid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wally Richardson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unrelated Segments,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Misunderstood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers,
Vladislav Delay,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Connie Case,
Metal Thangz,
Peter & Gordon,
The Music Machine,
Franke,
Rakim,
Schoolly D,
The Birthday Party,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.