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 Mauritania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Matthew Halsall to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Camouflage,
Scion,
Connie Case,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Junior Murvin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacob Miller,
The Mojo Men,
EPMD,
New Order,
Bootsy Collins,
Rekid,
The Pretty Things,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Copeland,
June Days,
The Kinks,
John Holt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
LL Cool J,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
The Residents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hardrive,
Groovy Waters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echospace,
the Germs,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers,
OOIOO,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Hood,
ABBA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Nico,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Velvet Underground,
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
Negative Approach,
Ronan,
Technova,
Roxette,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Index,
Don Cherry,
Gong,
The Fall,
Prince Buster,
Rosa Yemen,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Association,
Crash Course in Science,
Sugar Minott,
Los Fastidios,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.