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 Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Dave Gahan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Bang On A Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Maleditus Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Swans,
Bush Tetras,
The Gories,
Can,
Funky Four + One,
Cheater Slicks,
Faust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harry Pussy,
The Blues Magoos,
Skaos,
Lindisfarne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tears for Fears,
Echospace,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
The Toasters,
MDC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Remains,
Arcadia,
The Invisible,
the Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moebius,
DJ Style,
Susan Cadogan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra,
Donald Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Minnie Riperton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxy Music,
David Axelrod,
Sonic Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Infiniti,
The United States of America,
Youth Brigade,
Saccharine Trust,
Mr. Review,
Niagra,
Bad Manners,
ABBA,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Carl Craig,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.