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 Saudi Arabia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Delta 5 to the crunk 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Roxette,
The Slits,
Rod Modell,
The Doors,
Sun Ra,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Leaves,
Minny Pops,
Excepter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Sound Behaviour,
Hasil Adkins,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dawn Penn,
Sandy B,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultravox,
the Association,
Aswad,
Pierre Henry,
Bad Manners,
Kayak,
The Evens,
Alphaville,
The Move,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drexciya,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed,
The Motions,
Cluster,
New York Dolls,
Byron Stingily,
Jeru the Damaja,
kango's stein massive,
Warren Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun City Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
LL Cool J,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Womack,
Soulsonic Force,
Second Layer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABBA,
The Fall,
Porter Ricks,
Kenny Larkin,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.