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 Portugal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grime 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
The Seeds,
Main Source,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Steve Hackett,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sparks,
T. Rex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Lynne,
Malaria!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pretty Things,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drive Like Jehu,
FM Einheit,
Livin' Joy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Association,
Radiohead,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Von Mondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television Personalities,
Hot Snakes,
ABC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joensuu 1685,
Guru Guru,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
The Barracudas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
The Angels of Light,
The Doors,
Youth Brigade,
PIL,
Oblivians,
The Stooges,
Yazoo,
Pylon,
Rosa Yemen,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül,
Jeru the Damaja,
Urselle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.