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 Senegal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Chrome to the electroclash 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Walker Brothers,
K-Klass,
Rapeman,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy Collins,
Alton Ellis,
Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Sheep,
Nils Olav,
Agitation Free,
Pylon,
Eric Copeland,
Porter Ricks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pierre Henry,
Infiniti,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yaz,
Dennis Brown,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agent Orange,
Minor Threat,
Lou Christie,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ohio Players,
Aswad,
the Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Prince Buster,
The Slits,
Cluster,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Stooges,
T.S.O.L.,
Ken Boothe,
Brick,
Kaleidoscope,
Crooked Eye,
the Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Livin' Joy,
the Normal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Das Ding,
The Mummies,
Jacob Miller,
Scion,
Aloha Tigers,
The Buckinghams,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.