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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 electroclash 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young,
Soft Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Lightning Bolt,
The Invisible,
The Angels of Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Los Fastidios,
Harmonia,
Urselle,
Sixth Finger,
Ultravox,
The Offenders,
Kurtis Blow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Bowie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slave,
Moebius,
The Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
B.T. Express,
The Doors,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Trojans,
Erykah Badu,
Au Pairs,
Scientists,
Dawn Penn,
Unrelated Segments,
Lakeside,
Schoolly D,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smiths,
Pantytec,
Aswad,
Rakim,
PIL,
Grauzone,
The Litter,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
KRS-One,
Ultra Naté,
Rotary Connection,
Vladislav Delay,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Max Romeo,
The J.B.'s,
Radio Birdman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marvin Gaye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick Morgan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Organ,
48th St. Collective,
The Move,
Harpers Bizarre,
DNA,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.