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 Togo and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Black Dice to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Aural Exciters,
Neu!,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Green,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Sneak,
Malaria!,
the Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
David Axelrod,
Surgeon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Pagans,
Quantec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Khruangbin,
Ituana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Starr,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
Byron Stingily,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Con Funk Shun,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June of 44,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Trojans,
Eric Copeland,
Spandau Ballet,
The Skatalites,
Sällskapet,
Jacob Miller,
Man Eating Sloth,
Royal Trux,
the Human League,
Popol Vuh,
The Electric Prunes,
DNA,
David Bowie,
Mission of Burma,
KRS-One,
Mars,
Camberwell Now,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mantronix,
One Last Wish,
Nick Fraelich,
Intrusion,
B.T. Express,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül,
Blake Baxter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.