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 Nauru and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Cybotron to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Skatalites,
Jandek,
Jawbox,
Ten City,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABBA,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dirtbombs,
Alphaville,
Lindisfarne,
Black Sheep,
Fela Kuti,
Dave Gahan,
Con Funk Shun,
Juan Atkins,
Oneida,
Eli Mardock,
Audionom,
Jacques Brel,
Pussy Galore,
X-Ray Spex,
The Remains,
Severed Heads,
Newcleus,
John Holt,
The Doors,
Michelle Simonal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erykah Badu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick Morgan,
Popol Vuh,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slave,
Gregory Isaacs,
Leonard Cohen,
Lucky Dragons,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bronski Beat,
Suicide,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Wells,
The Kinks,
Cluster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Buckinghams,
Eric B and Rakim,
Clear Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Pet Shop Boys,
Qualms,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Outsiders,
Minny Pops,
Bush Tetras,
The Monks,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.