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 Somalia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mr. Review to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pop Group,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerri Chandler,
Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Subhumans,
Chrome,
Sex Pistols,
Basic Channel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skaos,
the Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Wyatt,
Accadde A,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Bowie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arab on Radar,
E-Dancer,
The Associates,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun City Girls,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Excepter,
The Durutti Column,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minny Pops,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102,
Minor Threat,
Oneida,
Brothers Johnson,
Warren Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Cymande,
Popol Vuh,
Faraquet,
Slick Rick,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
The Saints,
Smog,
The Remains,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Near,
Godley & Creme,
Erasure,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young,
Roxette,
Rod Modell,
K-Klass,
Masters at Work,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.