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 Rwanda and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Sound Behaviour to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Stooges,
Rod Modell,
Nas,
Tubeway Army,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Angels of Light,
The Mojo Men,
Scientists,
OOIOO,
Dual Sessions,
Organ,
Whodini,
The Monks,
The American Breed,
Sex Pistols,
Ludus,
Quadrant,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Qualms,
Skaos,
Section 25,
Lucky Dragons,
The Toasters,
Soul II Soul,
Flipper,
Black Flag,
Pagans,
The Blackbyrds,
X-102,
The Saints,
Siglo XX,
Sun City Girls,
Trumans Water,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Babytalk,
The Techniques,
Ponytail,
Excepter,
Average White Band,
Dennis Brown,
Al Stewart,
Agent Orange,
Cameo,
Fad Gadget,
Kerri Chandler,
Lungfish,
Maurizio,
John Foxx,
Black Pus,
Max Romeo,
Buzzcocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Star Department,
Reagan Youth,
Joey Negro,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.