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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Brick to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barbara Tucker,
Marvin Gaye,
Japan,
The Names,
the Bar-Kays,
Sugar Minott,
Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed,
The Last Poets,
Infiniti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Kinks,
Smog,
Agent Orange,
Darondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Saccharine Trust,
Fat Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Schoolly D,
Mandrill,
Underground Resistance,
X-Ray Spex,
Quadrant,
the Association,
Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Interpol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Theoretical Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gichy Dan,
Neu!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Velvet Underground,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Victims,
Soul II Soul,
Mission of Burma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zapp,
Ronan,
Index,
Faraquet,
The Standells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Sneak,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gap Band,
The Grass Roots,
Pet Shop Boys,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.