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 Norway and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Negative Approach 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Techniques,
T. Rex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tim Buckley,
Aloha Tigers,
Talk Talk,
LL Cool J,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Average White Band,
Blossom Toes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Görl,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deadbeat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Count Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Piero Umiliani,
Rod Modell,
Charles Mingus,
Television,
Black Moon,
The Mummies,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
Quantec,
Babytalk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Althea and Donna,
Kool Moe Dee,
Carl Craig,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
In Retrospect,
Can,
Arcadia,
The Grass Roots,
Mantronix,
Derrick Morgan,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül,
Suicide,
Warren Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Crooked Eye,
Banda Bassotti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Half Japanese,
Wire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television Personalities,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.