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 Pakistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
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 theremin 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 Barrington Levy to the techno 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Gun Club,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blossom Toes,
Dual Sessions,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-102,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Index,
Gong,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boredoms,
the Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Franke,
Hoover,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Sheep,
Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Country Teasers,
Harry Pussy,
Average White Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare,
T. Rex,
Howard Jones,
The Techniques,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Selecter,
10cc,
Rekid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reagan Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Skriet,
R.M.O.,
The Cramps,
Colin Newman,
Marine Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Kaleidoscope,
Loose Ends,
Alphaville,
Anakelly,
Can,
Bill Near,
The Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker,
Drexciya,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ohio Players,
The Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.