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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scratch Acid to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
EPMD,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bronski Beat,
Moss Icon,
The American Breed,
Das Ding,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
The Skatalites,
Swell Maps,
Moebius,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Litter,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
Rites of Spring,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Order,
Surgeon,
Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
Hoover,
Chris & Cosey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül II,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lungfish,
Mad Mike,
The Mummies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Davy DMX,
The Pop Group,
Deadbeat,
Rotary Connection,
The Smoke,
Jawbox,
Marc Almond,
ABC,
Basic Channel,
Lightning Bolt,
Nas,
These Immortal Souls,
The Standells,
The Index,
PIL,
The Young Rascals,
Tubeway Army,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crash Course in Science,
Deakin,
Mr. Review,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lyres,
Hardrive,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiohead,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.