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 Albania and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Trumans Water to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Mills,
Nas,
The Misunderstood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Saints,
Negative Approach,
Pylon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Holt,
Kenny Larkin,
Shoche,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Qualms,
E-Dancer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter and Kerry,
Hot Snakes,
Goldenarms,
Minny Pops,
Agent Orange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ituana,
Ohio Players,
Quando Quango,
Colin Newman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hoover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scratch Acid,
Al Stewart,
Hashim,
Q and Not U,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zero Boys,
B.T. Express,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Young Marble Giants,
Scrapy,
Joe Finger,
the Germs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monolake,
Alton Ellis,
Fluxion,
The New Christs,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.