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 Brunei and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rock 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Stiv Bators,
Magazine,
Groovy Waters,
Fluxion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Khruangbin,
Neu!,
Intrusion,
James White and The Blacks,
Rufus Thomas,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Sherman,
Loose Ends,
Tim Buckley,
Banda Bassotti,
Clear Light,
Darondo,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Searchers,
Carl Craig,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warsaw,
Bauhaus,
The Star Department,
the Normal,
Matthew Halsall,
Byron Stingily,
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick May,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Urselle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Ohio Players,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Pus,
Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Holt,
JFA,
Black Moon,
Zero Boys,
Brick,
Morten Harket,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultravox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra,
One Last Wish,
Massinfluence,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.