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 Lesotho and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deepchord to the funk 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Fraelich,
Deakin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronan,
ABC,
Gichy Dan,
The Misunderstood,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dead C,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiohead,
Pagans,
Rotary Connection,
Camberwell Now,
These Immortal Souls,
Easy Going,
Ultravox,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slackers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Zeros,
the Sonics,
The Associates,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Slits,
Robert Hood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thompson Twins,
Banda Bassotti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Oneida,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brothers Johnson,
EPMD,
Warren Ellis,
Cluster,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Urselle,
Fluxion,
Pere Ubu,
Blossom Toes,
John Foxx,
Neil Young,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
Japan,
Robert Wyatt,
Al Stewart,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Laurel Aitken,
Agent Orange,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.