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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Stiv Bators to the rock 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
China Crisis,
A Certain Ratio,
Pylon,
Prince Buster,
One Last Wish,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Christie,
Judy Mowatt,
Qualms,
Goldenarms,
ABC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Connie Case,
Joensuu 1685,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra,
Slave,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Animal Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed,
Stereo Dub,
La Düsseldorf,
Warren Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Morten Harket,
10cc,
Wire,
The Divine Comedy,
The Busters,
The Human League,
Deepchord,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ponytail,
Gang of Four,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sam Rivers,
Altered Images,
Wally Richardson,
Lungfish,
the Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
The Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Shoche,
Bill Near,
The Moody Blues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris & Cosey,
Spoonie Gee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.