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 Mali and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rap 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Morten Harket,
One Last Wish,
K-Klass,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Rotary Connection,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
John Foxx,
June of 44,
Eric Copeland,
The Fortunes,
Quando Quango,
Peter & Gordon,
Cluster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Scrapy,
The Smiths,
a-ha,
the Bar-Kays,
the Normal,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agent Orange,
Wally Richardson,
T.S.O.L.,
Sugar Minott,
Marmalade,
Quadrant,
The American Breed,
Sex Pistols,
Fat Boys,
Faraquet,
Connie Case,
Little Man,
Eve St. Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Aaron Thompson,
Lindisfarne,
Josef K,
Letta Mbulu,
Qualms,
EPMD,
Nick Fraelich,
Donny Hathaway,
The Alarm Clocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unwound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Remains,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.