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 South Sudan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Crash Course in Science to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Schoolly D,
CMW,
Glambeats Corp.,
Depeche Mode,
Scan 7,
Khruangbin,
Scratch Acid,
Tom Boy,
Minny Pops,
Motorama,
Eurythmics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Almond,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra,
Sun City Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Walker Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Wake,
Josef K,
MC5,
John Foxx,
Stetsasonic,
Ronan,
The Fortunes,
the Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Porter Ricks,
Icehouse,
Jeff Lynne,
Sugar Minott,
R.M.O.,
Delta 5,
Gang Gang Dance,
Altered Images,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neu!,
Jacob Miller,
Yazoo,
Faraquet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Los Fastidios,
Black Sheep,
The Martian,
Absolute Body Control,
Boz Scaggs,
Ken Boothe,
Lucky Dragons,
Japan,
Gang Starr,
Bill Wells,
Kerri Chandler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arab on Radar,
Silicon Teens,
Panda Bear,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.