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 Chile and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Motions to the rock 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zero Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Scratch Acid,
the Germs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Leonard Cohen,
Deepchord,
The Names,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Misunderstood,
Barbara Tucker,
Aloha Tigers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sonics,
Supertramp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lungfish,
Lou Christie,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yazoo,
The Tremeloes,
The Wake,
Talk Talk,
the Slits,
The Doors,
Q and Not U,
Ronnie Foster,
The Invisible,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Silicon Teens,
the Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker,
Steve Hackett,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Halsall,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Minny Pops,
Drexciya,
The Fuzztones,
the Swans,
The Music Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Saints,
Robert Wyatt,
Unwound,
Ice-T,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Angels of Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Hood,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.