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 Guyana and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Association to the rap 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
a-ha,
Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Stereo Dub,
The Move,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Y Pants,
Fugazi,
Index,
Ultravox,
Crash Course in Science,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Surgeon,
Newcleus,
Junior Murvin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Massinfluence,
kango's stein massive,
Yellowson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Althea and Donna,
Eurythmics,
Brick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantaleimon,
Audionom,
Lindisfarne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Anakelly,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angry Samoans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moby Grape,
Sister Nancy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Essential Logic,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Last Poets,
Desert Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Carl Craig,
Maleditus Sound,
Warsaw,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moody Blues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deakin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lucky Dragons,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Bananas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.