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 Algeria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 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 Al Stewart to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Subhumans,
Thompson Twins,
Gong,
Moss Icon,
Organ,
Youth Brigade,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
The Doors,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Remains,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Sherman,
The Litter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Walker Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Magazine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed,
Todd Rundgren,
Brick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mark Hollis,
Nirvana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Sparks,
The Raincoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bluetip,
Babytalk,
John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Unwound,
Marine Girls,
T. Rex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
David Bowie,
Letta Mbulu,
Barrington Levy,
The Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ken Boothe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warsaw,
The Count Five,
Gichy Dan,
Motorama,
Shoche,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Toasters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.