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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Outsiders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
Joensuu 1685,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Parry Music,
Essential Logic,
Wire,
Black Moon,
Newcleus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultravox,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Stooges,
Joe Finger,
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moebius,
Barbara Tucker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pylon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Rapeman,
Camberwell Now,
Livin' Joy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
The New Christs,
Banda Bassotti,
Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Piero Umiliani,
Danielle Patucci,
Alphaville,
Ronan,
Reuben Wilson,
The Litter,
Excepter,
Stiv Bators,
Barry Ungar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heaven 17,
Harmonia,
The Gladiators,
Mission of Burma,
Second Layer,
Nas,
Guru Guru,
Radiohead,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arthur Verocai,
U.S. Maple,
Icehouse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Japan,
The Young Rascals,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.