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 Mexico and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro 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 Infiniti to the rap 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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
The Angels of Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalann,
Steve Hackett,
kango's stein massive,
Buzzcocks,
New Age Steppers,
Max Romeo,
Roger Hodgson,
Cecil Taylor,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
DNA,
Fela Kuti,
Minny Pops,
The J.B.'s,
Swans,
Infiniti,
Banda Bassotti,
Zero Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Desert Stars,
Yaz,
Khruangbin,
Crispy Ambulance,
One Last Wish,
Scan 7,
Magma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Vogues,
X-102,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick May,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scientists,
UT,
The Skatalites,
Skarface,
Josef K,
Guru Guru,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cameo,
Ultravox,
Black Pus,
Tim Buckley,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed,
Goldenarms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Theoretical Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Joey Negro,
Inner City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.