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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rekid to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Yusef Lateef,
JFA,
The Blackbyrds,
Lungfish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cluster,
Lightning Bolt,
Rod Modell,
Sällskapet,
Lakeside,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crooked Eye,
MC5,
The Cure,
Adolescents,
Kenny Larkin,
John Cale,
China Crisis,
Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Beau Brummels,
Bauhaus,
Desert Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Motorama,
E-Dancer,
Harry Pussy,
Grey Daturas,
Tommy Roe,
Fugazi,
The Searchers,
The Star Department,
New York Dolls,
Gang Starr,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun City Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare,
Cymande,
Dual Sessions,
Minor Threat,
Barry Ungar,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Almond,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick May,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warren Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Heaven 17,
Yaz,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.