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 Maldives and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Magma to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Style,
Deakin,
China Crisis,
Intrusion,
The Selecter,
Barrington Levy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blackbyrds,
Scientists,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eli Mardock,
Ronan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Happenings,
Inner City,
The Dead C,
Deadbeat,
T. Rex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scrapy,
Lalann,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smoke,
AZ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oblivians,
Max Romeo,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Parrish,
Newcleus,
Little Man,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
H. Thieme,
Sugar Minott,
New Order,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Bourne,
The Music Machine,
The Standells,
the Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultra Naté,
Aaron Thompson,
Con Funk Shun,
Reagan Youth,
Icehouse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.