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 Argentina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nation of Ulysses to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moleskins,
the Swans,
Y Pants,
The American Breed,
Ten City,
Drexciya,
Youth Brigade,
The Mojo Men,
Skriet,
Ornette Coleman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Mills,
Janne Schatter,
Qualms,
June Days,
R.M.O.,
Jacques Brel,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Associates,
Groovy Waters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cybotron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Essential Logic,
Model 500,
Vladislav Delay,
Von Mondo,
Rotary Connection,
Severed Heads,
The Motions,
The Fugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy Collins,
Vainqueur,
Eve St. Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-102,
Oneida,
The Fuzztones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sparks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Five Americans,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Lydon,
Bill Near,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Piero Umiliani,
Fat Boys,
the Normal,
Derrick May,
Maleditus Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Barracudas,
Sister Nancy,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.