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 Tajikistan and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Grey Daturas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
Zapp,
ABBA,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Starr,
Gang Gang Dance,
Frankie Knuckles,
The J.B.'s,
Don Cherry,
Hasil Adkins,
Nas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
PIL,
The Cure,
Dawn Penn,
Erykah Badu,
Au Pairs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Albert Ayler,
Tim Buckley,
Black Sheep,
Bush Tetras,
Hashim,
Quadrant,
the Normal,
Sister Nancy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doors,
X-Ray Spex,
T. Rex,
The Gap Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Smog,
OOIOO,
Peter and Kerry,
Max Romeo,
cv313,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Sneak,
Lyres,
Pylon,
Half Japanese,
One Last Wish,
Banda Bassotti,
The Tremeloes,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Near,
Ultra Naté,
Davy DMX,
FM Einheit,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lindisfarne,
Japan,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Malaria!,
The Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.